It's Dylan, You Know the Drill
An I.O.U. tattoo
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart.
And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball,
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
But, Contrary to counter culture
I don't care if the killing stops
Or if suffocation claims my lungs
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time
This ringing room has been raped and ruined
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you
But time and fate, those things i hate
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight
were both older and seven snowfalls
worth of colder earth has left us reaching
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time
(At the same time)
The cellar door is coming up, coming up
and we've had time to lock it up, lock it up
I'm feverish i'm burning up burning
And i pray to god there's time enough, time enough
you know that i love you, But now i just can't shut you up, shut you up, so now i'll have to chop you up, chop you up
And I'll just wait till I get caught
strung along the finer rip and tears of your heart.
And it is there to keep you together where we're all falling apart
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts
Trading off between my open hand and swinging fists
And this alcohol, my wrecking ball,
Keeps me talking to the angels buried in these walls
But, Contrary to counter culture
I don't care if the killing stops
Or if suffocation claims my lungs
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time
This ringing room has been raped and ruined
Completely torn apart by the few who think that they'll find you
But time and fate, those things i hate
Both have their ways of playing off the winters weight
were both older and seven snowfalls
worth of colder earth has left us reaching
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead at the same time
we, walk a nightmare line
wide awake and dead the same time
(At the same time)
The cellar door is coming up, coming up
and we've had time to lock it up, lock it up
I'm feverish i'm burning up burning
And i pray to god there's time enough, time enough
you know that i love you, But now i just can't shut you up, shut you up, so now i'll have to chop you up, chop you up
And I'll just wait till I get caught
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Davis
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- First Time It Shouldn't Taste Like Blood
- It's Dylan, You Know the Drill
- Hold on Tightly, Let Go Lightly
- Subtleties That Make Mass Murderers Out of Otherwise Decent Human Being
- Fine Art of Making It Out Alive
- I Was the Devil for One Afternoon
- Anatomy of the Journey
- Yeah, No... I Know...
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