Entering the Silence
Uh, elegant is the silence
Eloquent is the choice of benevolence over violence
We sat alone on that the third rock
This is after the world stopped
Just me and her, a pint a Jameson and her socks
And everybody famous by the third shot
Word blocks, slurped off some vicar
What happened to that promise, what happened to her god?
Is it the alpha or omega?
I remember childhood, begging for a Sega
I remember adulthood, begging for a leg up
Now we entered the void, devoid of any meaning
They try to peg us, a circle doesn't fit into a square hole, Pythagoras
I'm the desert to Las Vegas, the beggar to all kings
Present in all places, killer of all things
We woke up in the desert with a hangover
Destruction of the peasant class and landowners
Riches can't deliver you from evil
Death and all destruction been written in cathedrals
But cognitive dissonance of the people
Got people believing our differences don't make us equal
But when you look into the heavens, a peasant or a reverend
We all asking the same questions
I found that little bit of Jameson
Hoping I could kill it, I don't want to be awake again
She died in her sleep, with her eyes on the sheep
We held a secret that I couldn't keep
I used to be that smart guy barfly
Pretty good at writing songs about the hard times
I was only happy during happy hour
But what's an hour when you live after the flowers?
Eloquent is the choice of benevolence over violence
We sat alone on that the third rock
This is after the world stopped
Just me and her, a pint a Jameson and her socks
And everybody famous by the third shot
Word blocks, slurped off some vicar
What happened to that promise, what happened to her god?
Is it the alpha or omega?
I remember childhood, begging for a Sega
I remember adulthood, begging for a leg up
Now we entered the void, devoid of any meaning
They try to peg us, a circle doesn't fit into a square hole, Pythagoras
I'm the desert to Las Vegas, the beggar to all kings
Present in all places, killer of all things
We woke up in the desert with a hangover
Destruction of the peasant class and landowners
Riches can't deliver you from evil
Death and all destruction been written in cathedrals
But cognitive dissonance of the people
Got people believing our differences don't make us equal
But when you look into the heavens, a peasant or a reverend
We all asking the same questions
I found that little bit of Jameson
Hoping I could kill it, I don't want to be awake again
She died in her sleep, with her eyes on the sheep
We held a secret that I couldn't keep
I used to be that smart guy barfly
Pretty good at writing songs about the hard times
I was only happy during happy hour
But what's an hour when you live after the flowers?
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Austin Robert Hartsook
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