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The Patient Mental

 

The Patient Mental

(album: The End Of All Things To Come - 2002)


Patient
Just as I am
As always
Watch the time go by
Nothing left to pass by
The minutes follow me
Drunken little people
Work away in me

Why won't they leave me, leave me alone
When I don't even want me, want me

I have to, kill the words
Before they, form my sentence
The sentence that is me
Judged by those that carry
The patient sits in cradled arms
That comfort me by strangling

Why won't they leave me, leave me alone
When I don't even want me

The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind that's empty, screaming
Staring back
Why won't they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Driven by our war ship...the hate driven envy

They have to kill the meal
Before they can consume
Consume my inner peace
Without the understanding
Trapped inside the works
The hands are moving me

The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind that's empty, screaming
Staring back
Why won't they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Driven by our war ship...the hate driven envy

Release me
Let me go
Why do they observe me?
There's nothing here to cure
I can see the silhouettes
That sit behind the mirror
I'm just like a clock upon the wall
Always moving, but never going anywhere

The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind that's empty, screaming
Staring back
Why won't they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Driven by our war ship...the hate driven envy

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