Brown Understanding
Did you know that I once kicked youth in the balls?
Have I told you I was plagued by disease and was emptied of bodily fluids through all orifices
The memory still makes me dry heave
Repeatedly, I stole from the empty pocket of the poor to stuff my greedy wallet of want
Drugs, both legal and illegal, have raced like grey hounds through my blood stream and bent my mind
Did you know I have run naked through the synagogue of virtue?
Yes I have embraced lust and been stained by its tarred finger
Did you know
I have hated those I love
I have lied to feign honesty
I have cursed God and thanked the Devil
I have loathed the untouchables
I have envied gold and riches and those I compare
I have stoned those who oppose me
I have mocked the sensitive
I have forgotten the needs of the needy
I have yelled a quiver of poisoned words
I have ignored the counsel of the wise
I have annoyed those I shower with apathy
I have murdered emotion
I have persecuted the minor players on my stage
I have raped myself
All these layers of your soul you share
Damp eyes
Chapped lips
Quiet voice and you turn to leave
But I hug your hand
And I turn you back
To a look
To a look
Of brown understanding
Have I told you I was plagued by disease and was emptied of bodily fluids through all orifices
The memory still makes me dry heave
Repeatedly, I stole from the empty pocket of the poor to stuff my greedy wallet of want
Drugs, both legal and illegal, have raced like grey hounds through my blood stream and bent my mind
Did you know I have run naked through the synagogue of virtue?
Yes I have embraced lust and been stained by its tarred finger
Did you know
I have hated those I love
I have lied to feign honesty
I have cursed God and thanked the Devil
I have loathed the untouchables
I have envied gold and riches and those I compare
I have stoned those who oppose me
I have mocked the sensitive
I have forgotten the needs of the needy
I have yelled a quiver of poisoned words
I have ignored the counsel of the wise
I have annoyed those I shower with apathy
I have murdered emotion
I have persecuted the minor players on my stage
I have raped myself
All these layers of your soul you share
Damp eyes
Chapped lips
Quiet voice and you turn to leave
But I hug your hand
And I turn you back
To a look
To a look
Of brown understanding
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Barrionuevo
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.