Judas of Azalea - Live

When I'm drunk I can feel the good times wash over me
All the smoke of the bar, bathed in collective suffering
But when I'm high I can feel the devil right behind
When I reach for his neck fear shifts it's weight
And it's my face I see as I go plummeting back to earth

When it's you and the darkness separated by this existence
What reflections do you find in the shadows there, brother?
Is it the world we were told of by our dear mother and father?
Is it echoless?
Is it silence?
Or is it the world still raging inside us, recycled forever?

My inescapable fate has followed like a shadow
To meet me here at the edge of the wood
I'm no sort of friend in this wilderness, a darkness lost in wanderlust



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Writer(s): Michael Bishop
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