Stranded (On My Own)

(альбом: The Most Lamentable Tragedy - 2015)

Crazy heart, where have you gone?
I thought that you and me were really getting along
Left alone to dread the dawn
Like some kind of science experiment gone wrong

I could've made history
Now I've been made history
Who knew that victory
Could be so suffery?

Cover the thick blood stains
On your sick young brain
Just take your Ritalin
And then you can play the old hits again

You explained the abyss away
I can't listen when you say you're not missing me
You kissed me in the blistering heat
Right there on the street
With tears on my glistening cheek

Now, no one listens to me
They tell me I'm twisted and weak
I see that I was picked to be
The picture in the dictionary

Look up, 'Addicted' that's me
Then look up, 'Wicked disease'
Then look up, 'Sick of Police'
Then look up, 'Victim' closely

I meet the mystery beast
Same one my sister receives
He comes to burgeon and beat
Demands me on both knees

He will not admit defeat
When he pricks, I'm gonna bleed
and I can race fist or flee
Soon shouting No, mister please

As he destroys the diseases
As though Jesus could see us
High up in the cathedral
Where an evil heart freezes

And even the devil would start to believe
That w hen the man without equal from the pulp it preaches
You gotta believe can tell you the secrets
That's what a priest is
He comes to obliterate all of my mischievous disgrace
Smiling through limitless rage

Violently neutered and caged
Stuffed with subliminal hate
I'm nothing but a puppet at play
Crying in a beautiful place

Another burial display on a man visible in a legal-ish space
It's the usual way within a week of Wednesday

I thought that you and me
I thought that you and me
I thought that you and me were really getting along