No way out of this box I'm living in
Looking outside at the world of lies I've been given
I have to see blood to know I'm still alive
I'm drained out and I've got nothing left to provide
"Trying to be a person you're not is a waste of the person you really are."- Kurt D. Cobain (R.I.P February 20, 1967- April 5, 1994, we love u Kurt)
A glass jar now holds my soul
never to laugh,
never to cry,
never to grow old.
Lost amongst the others lined on a shelf.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
A dream in a realm of nothingness,
yet, I feel. Is this my soul seeking me?
Who's calling, from where does the sound come.
I heard the sound as it passed my glass jar.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Is this my hell?
To have all these souls
At my fingertips
And yet so far out of reach
To dream of devouring them
Making myself sick on them
To be unable to stop
The terrible, horrible urge
To just eat them all
There is no god to save me
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
Selfless but selfish,
The self of humanity... the self perceives
Time is short, so live to please
Live to breathe, live to be.
Abstract thought ... we should have known
This path overgrows with fear and war
So I make angels in the snow.
yet misery can't not touch my soul.
a soul so restless it must not belong here.
The sound arrives again,
this time it whispers as it passes by.
why god why?
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
there is no mystery, is there god
my soul is bound in a glass jar
is it to far for you to reach?
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Afraid to touch
Would hate to shatter
The perfectness protected
Should it fall and smash
But to leave it upon the shelf
Seems so uncaring
Seems so wrong
My fingers gently whisper
Across the smoothness
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
place my soul in something new
let me rest and enjoy you
make it not like the last
I don't want to remember the past
keep me free from the cold
keep me free from the homeless of old.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
let me dance and prance
to one beat, one note, one cord.
make it simple.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
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Looking outside at the world of lies I've been given
I have to see blood to know I'm still alive
I'm drained out and I've got nothing left to provide
Lifeless
Buzzing, dead
Cube head
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear
Satan clips my tender wings
Who knows what the future brings
But life itself
Nothing to fear
But fear itself
Satan will put the soul
Amongst the others on the shelf
never to laugh,
never to cry,
never to grow old.
Lost amongst the others lined on a shelf.
I look at the beautiful glass
The shimmering crimson
Then I'm tempted to free them
But alas, I am a dream
yet, I feel. Is this my soul seeking me?
Who's calling, from where does the sound come.
I heard the sound as it passed my glass jar.
To have all these souls
At my fingertips
And yet so far out of reach
To dream of devouring them
Making myself sick on them
To be unable to stop
The terrible, horrible urge
To just eat them all
There is no god to save me
The self of humanity... the self perceives
Time is short, so live to please
Live to breathe, live to be.
Abstract thought ... we should have known
This path overgrows with fear and war
So I make angels in the snow.
Angels with tattered, broken wings
All not perfect
But never will be
So just be and let be
Like the wave I ride
Contrived in being
Growth ... a key, a cure to misery.
Such mystery.
To what does it belong?
What shall it reveal?
a soul so restless it must not belong here.
The sound arrives again,
this time it whispers as it passes by.
why god why?
my soul is bound in a glass jar
is it to far for you to reach?
Would hate to shatter
The perfectness protected
Should it fall and smash
But to leave it upon the shelf
Seems so uncaring
Seems so wrong
My fingers gently whisper
Across the smoothness
A key of this and that
... comes back
Intact and in fact
Not a key at all.
Changing
Feel me change
Emerge anew
let me rest and enjoy you
make it not like the last
I don't want to remember the past
keep me free from the cold
keep me free from the homeless of old.
Feel free and unbound
Feel warmth and care
Feel the peace of love
for the life of love
the enchanted song that begins with one chord
On one string
Inspires
So, strike up the band!
to one beat, one note, one cord.
make it simple.
Emotions emitting through your body
No need to worry how you look
You should not learn dancing from a book
And flow through your veins
And make it's way to your feet
'Til you boogey to the beat
Nice to see you back even flow?
Evenly?
Shake like I fell out of my wheel-chair
Shake like I have been electrocution
Make those tootsies glide
Shake it with pride
Got nothing to hide
Be it skinny or plump
Do the grind
Then do the bump
Sweat it up
Shake your hair
Love that smile you wear
Like an explosive pop
One of my favourite dances
Is the horizontal bop