A Different Kind of Life
Early in the morning, I cry for better times
Chest wide, bleeding all kinds of light
But the feeling I could live without a registry
Has been afforded me for such a long time
And I'll try to find an end, try to shine for a while
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
I'm so naive it's like they came up from behind me
And they gouged me in the eyes
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
Pray we'll find our common sense
Pray we'll find our hearts in all of this
They said, "Be fair, give him one more try"
But he checks all of the boxes of a racist troglodyte
Darker dusk, the night still
They say, "Come with us, before you get yourself killed"
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
Of a different kind of life (of a different, of a different kind of life)
Of a different kind of life (of a different, of a different kind of life)
Chest wide, bleeding all kinds of light
But the feeling I could live without a registry
Has been afforded me for such a long time
And I'll try to find an end, try to shine for a while
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
I'm so naive it's like they came up from behind me
And they gouged me in the eyes
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
Pray we'll find our common sense
Pray we'll find our hearts in all of this
They said, "Be fair, give him one more try"
But he checks all of the boxes of a racist troglodyte
Darker dusk, the night still
They say, "Come with us, before you get yourself killed"
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
Of a different kind of life (of a different, of a different kind of life)
Of a different kind of life (of a different, of a different kind of life)
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Writer(s): Ian Richard Devaney
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