歌词
Thorn in my side the size of a Cadillac;
Matt Skiba needin' Shiva's cataracts.
Either deciever or true believer:
how to act when the world stands still?
This ocean is host to the soul-less.
The slow comatose shoulder cold over motives.
I seen 'em.
They said they seen it too, I guess I believe 'em.
(God have mercy, Christ have mercy)
No I don't.
It's just a way of interjecting themselves
and the subsequent homebrew Hell.
Frankly, I find myself stumbling on specifics
that everyone else assumes.
Home is where the heart is too afraid to leave its room.
I sniff through the fumes and smell it was just something
cookin' on the blistered rotting epidermis thermostat set.
Demagogue buried where he slept;
hygrangeas growin on the grave
wishin' they could wish to rue the day.
Never suprised and if it's high tide in the wake of the flood
I'll wait with my blood-stained...
Apparitions
Aspirations
Inhibitions
Classifications
Of all lifeforms listed under category:
Not me.
Not you.
Not anyone we knew.
Not anyone we thought we knew.
Not anytime we told the truth,
Leaking from the surfaces of mouths almost blue from
asphixiation.
No air comin' through through.
Shutters closin' on a window.
A drone crashin' through a roof.
A garden of earthly delights.
A gargolye on a stoop
wishin' anyone would dare to see it new.
(it's me and you)
(it's me and you)
(it's me and you)
Hold me close and don't let go
for the rest of the whole
mosaic shit show.
Hold still.
Let the eclipse shit go.
(it's me and you)
(it's me and you)
Another minute 'til the whimsicle diminish.
(it's me and you)
(it's me and you)
A smile soured.
A grimace empowered.
Aacrifical scapegoat suddenly a coward.
Sunset in the Tower.
(it's me and you)
A lucid lavender hour.
(it's me and you)
Written by: Roman Aprile, WALLACE JAMES
