(no subject)
when will we learn what to do with our time?
was it wasted all of those nights spent huddled?
can i be replaced in a flash of tomorrow
someone new someone old, the same to you?
what was the point of trying for so many years?
love, duty, respect, all of these are faulty and without ground
light and effortless i am floating
floating, drifting, away
you are all there standing in place
i am soaring unstoppably by
help is cried from the bell tower
praise is cried from the pews
murder is cried from the streets
life is cried from within
tell me i am a fool
lust is lust is just as dust
tell me i can be molded and made
make me a new man to be
this flesh so creased, yet young
arthritic and nubile, scarred
show me what i should do
say, this is the way, and i will believe
those arms i once knew
cradle me like a ghost
i am fog now deep in your valley
fading tomorrow, like i fade today
what vapor am i to be inhaled
what dust upon the floor removed
shoved into that same old corner
i am again removed, taken from self
placed back on my respective shelf
pick me up again, will you?
haven't i some use still?
when the next day falls, will i stand?
these words are for nothing
no point, reason, or rhyme
i am nothing more than
lint trying to kill time
and here comes the lyrical part:
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
fuck me, until my eyes bleed
fuck me, until i cannot fuck you any longer.
was it wasted all of those nights spent huddled?
can i be replaced in a flash of tomorrow
someone new someone old, the same to you?
what was the point of trying for so many years?
love, duty, respect, all of these are faulty and without ground
light and effortless i am floating
floating, drifting, away
you are all there standing in place
i am soaring unstoppably by
help is cried from the bell tower
praise is cried from the pews
murder is cried from the streets
life is cried from within
tell me i am a fool
lust is lust is just as dust
tell me i can be molded and made
make me a new man to be
this flesh so creased, yet young
arthritic and nubile, scarred
show me what i should do
say, this is the way, and i will believe
those arms i once knew
cradle me like a ghost
i am fog now deep in your valley
fading tomorrow, like i fade today
what vapor am i to be inhaled
what dust upon the floor removed
shoved into that same old corner
i am again removed, taken from self
placed back on my respective shelf
pick me up again, will you?
haven't i some use still?
when the next day falls, will i stand?
these words are for nothing
no point, reason, or rhyme
i am nothing more than
lint trying to kill time
and here comes the lyrical part:
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
fuck me, until my eyes bleed
fuck me, until i cannot fuck you any longer.