I Hate You For Being Happy (even though i don't desire happiness)
This wicked breath inside of me is a rebellious thing. Hungry and ugly and evil and full of self defeat. I want beyond all measure to crawl into the shadows, a whisper on the wind, a lost and lingering scent that rages against time. I'm always out of time, it's science. And I gaze at your happiness disgustedly, you've got an ugly side that mirrors my own, but somehow she's seen through it, forgiven you of it and loved you all the same. And I hate you for being happy, even though i don't desire happiness. I've got a bitter heart that tastes like dark chocolate, only a hint of sweetness at goodbye and I'm only looking with these two broken eyes. Maybe it's the glare, maybe it's the pain, maybe it's the memory of my solitary headlights as I drove home that nite in may.
This rioting continues, burning down the barricades, the Celestial City in flames and I'm Nero's second hand man or I'm Nero deluded and defeated, dancing as the world wastes away, while the world winds down to nothing, into the emptiness where knowledge goes when we die. O! This rage, this bile rising burns my throat and venom flies from my tongue. I won't be seeing you soon, no I won't be seeing you soon.
I've got myself shaking, hungering for some Isle of Skye whiskey and a place in the cold to quiet this chaos down. But I won't do it, I'll just lace up my ordinary shoes, go for an ordinary run, quiet down these inordinate thoughts and curse you through my cold clenched teeth as the miles march by, as the miles march by...
This rioting continues, burning down the barricades, the Celestial City in flames and I'm Nero's second hand man or I'm Nero deluded and defeated, dancing as the world wastes away, while the world winds down to nothing, into the emptiness where knowledge goes when we die. O! This rage, this bile rising burns my throat and venom flies from my tongue. I won't be seeing you soon, no I won't be seeing you soon.
I've got myself shaking, hungering for some Isle of Skye whiskey and a place in the cold to quiet this chaos down. But I won't do it, I'll just lace up my ordinary shoes, go for an ordinary run, quiet down these inordinate thoughts and curse you through my cold clenched teeth as the miles march by, as the miles march by...