Graveyard $Hift
The world is mirror-like
The evils of our time are the evils of our mind
And I used up all the aspirin
Force me peace of mind like the factory's confusion
And the people barely here that'll likely always ruin
The thoughts that I will conjure
And the dream tired mongers on the corner selling flesh
Black Friday for the celibate
The trains stealing freedom
A surplus of drivers
The late night plan b emergency buyers
The half-fun fucks and the officers that watch
The busy men in box trucks driving in their socks
Pleasure's killing slower, the reflections murder sweet
The sidewalks gather many tired memories of greed
The Gas station man licking his fingers when I pay him with my cash
$4 on pump 7 and the rest is to a can, Another thing to kill my body
Somebody who was told what to be tells me to be somebody
Emotions use some force
The rolling steel doors that'll kiss the closing stores
And what is this for? What is this for?
And sadness is a thing that I just must accept
It's my only friend as a child we met
Choke on obligation and the asphalt blurs
Derealization no such thing as cured
When the night is over time for thinking has to enter
When oblivion is over I'm finding melancholy's pleasure
Bitter sweet is all we are allowed
All the worlds history came to this moment came to this moment
My ego is a jar
Business signs are getting charred
And that is alright but perhaps it is unnecessary
Drain us of our rights with the ads inside of cemeteries
Give me calm of soul
The damned and my confusion
The songs are growing old and to living im a student
Anxieties of life and anxieties of death, my stomach in a knot with some doom inside my dread
The people acting odd and the people looking pretty
Running from your town, running from your city
And the big old man in the sky doesn't like it
Half priced psychics that'll Rob you of your future
I guess i am for show but I always out maneuver
The seas of drunken stupor
Is the world so unforgiving or am I getting older?
Many late professions, like the cashiers and the soldiers
Hold hands with intoxication just for tonight
And just "this once" happens every single time
And if I stop to pay attention I will never get my pension!
And if I stop to pay attention
I'll come to my senses
Bitter sweet is all we are allowed
The evils of our time are the evils of our mind
And I used up all the aspirin
Force me peace of mind like the factory's confusion
And the people barely here that'll likely always ruin
The thoughts that I will conjure
And the dream tired mongers on the corner selling flesh
Black Friday for the celibate
The trains stealing freedom
A surplus of drivers
The late night plan b emergency buyers
The half-fun fucks and the officers that watch
The busy men in box trucks driving in their socks
Pleasure's killing slower, the reflections murder sweet
The sidewalks gather many tired memories of greed
The Gas station man licking his fingers when I pay him with my cash
$4 on pump 7 and the rest is to a can, Another thing to kill my body
Somebody who was told what to be tells me to be somebody
Emotions use some force
The rolling steel doors that'll kiss the closing stores
And what is this for? What is this for?
And sadness is a thing that I just must accept
It's my only friend as a child we met
Choke on obligation and the asphalt blurs
Derealization no such thing as cured
When the night is over time for thinking has to enter
When oblivion is over I'm finding melancholy's pleasure
Bitter sweet is all we are allowed
All the worlds history came to this moment came to this moment
My ego is a jar
Business signs are getting charred
And that is alright but perhaps it is unnecessary
Drain us of our rights with the ads inside of cemeteries
Give me calm of soul
The damned and my confusion
The songs are growing old and to living im a student
Anxieties of life and anxieties of death, my stomach in a knot with some doom inside my dread
The people acting odd and the people looking pretty
Running from your town, running from your city
And the big old man in the sky doesn't like it
Half priced psychics that'll Rob you of your future
I guess i am for show but I always out maneuver
The seas of drunken stupor
Is the world so unforgiving or am I getting older?
Many late professions, like the cashiers and the soldiers
Hold hands with intoxication just for tonight
And just "this once" happens every single time
And if I stop to pay attention I will never get my pension!
And if I stop to pay attention
I'll come to my senses
Bitter sweet is all we are allowed
Credits
Writer(s): Toni Kane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.