Comedy Of Errors
(专辑: Indian Summer - 2015)
There's a
filth on me that I
cannot clean, and there's a
shame in me that is seldom seen, I'm the
thick, stale breath of self abhorrence, masticated for a
day and ensconced between, plaque-ridden, rotten, yellow teeth, my eye lids weigh me down and I'm succumb to sleep If I'd permit myself the
time, but procrastination is most beguiling in the
night I
discover how full of shit I
really am, devoid of a
moral compass or a
viable plan Grain of salt, grain of sand, all is for nothing, nothing at all I
can't trust myself to suffer the
fall The
smoke stains my skin Permeates through my pores, solidify my ire into cancerous dire It sits right in my stomach It claws at my throat I'm retching by the
hour I'm all alone My lovers repugnance was hard earned And my friends slander is well deserved, with my war gait, worn knees give way to the
cynicism, all melts away in the
flame And all else melts away in the
cynic flame, I'm burning, an epidemic of ignorance spreads through the
youth But you'll feign indifference, undermine the
truth, so you've got the
vision, then pave the
way, for the
next new noise to take conjectures place Take the
sordid place, take it