Sinus
you and me
we're like natural enemies
there's no give there's no dmz
we're like a mutal catastrophe
you and me
we know time's the real enemy
like a horror show
slow motion trainwreck indefinitely
I'm finding your tell
and I'll tell what I find
self harmer on a shaky pulpit
I'm gonna be nothing but trouble
and a dry riverbed
and a houndred and one voices
running in your head saying
"keep flogging that horse
til it comes back from dead"
but I saw gardens and grey skies
and clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
and worn out faith
and the rain drives on
under pretty eyed chatter
and the thought occurs that none of this matters
why should we leave
this dirty stain on posterity
what would happen if you'd shoot me?
would my soul weigh 21 grams?
don't welcome me cause
I'm applying all 5 techiques
you'll wish me gone
but I'm here to burn
I'm finding your tell
and I'll tell what I find
self harmer on a shaky pulpit
I'm gonna be nothing but trouble
and a dry riverbed
and a houndred and one voices
running in your head saying
"keep flogging that horse
til it comes back from dead"
but I saw gardens and grey skies
and clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
and worn out faith
and the rain drives on
under pretty eyed chatter
and the thought occurs that none of this matters
we're like natural enemies
there's no give there's no dmz
we're like a mutal catastrophe
you and me
we know time's the real enemy
like a horror show
slow motion trainwreck indefinitely
I'm finding your tell
and I'll tell what I find
self harmer on a shaky pulpit
I'm gonna be nothing but trouble
and a dry riverbed
and a houndred and one voices
running in your head saying
"keep flogging that horse
til it comes back from dead"
but I saw gardens and grey skies
and clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
and worn out faith
and the rain drives on
under pretty eyed chatter
and the thought occurs that none of this matters
why should we leave
this dirty stain on posterity
what would happen if you'd shoot me?
would my soul weigh 21 grams?
don't welcome me cause
I'm applying all 5 techiques
you'll wish me gone
but I'm here to burn
I'm finding your tell
and I'll tell what I find
self harmer on a shaky pulpit
I'm gonna be nothing but trouble
and a dry riverbed
and a houndred and one voices
running in your head saying
"keep flogging that horse
til it comes back from dead"
but I saw gardens and grey skies
and clapped out spires and sanitized playgrounds
and worn out faith
and the rain drives on
under pretty eyed chatter
and the thought occurs that none of this matters
Credits
Writer(s): Wolfgang Schloegl, Mani Obeya, Markus Kienzl, Michael Holzgruber, Wolfgang Frisch
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