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Down II: A Bustle in Your Hedgerow...
Album - 26 marzo 2002 - Debaser id 24912

di Down

Pray to someone
I'm going out of my head
Dislocate
Stay safe in your unmade bed

Lysergik funeral procession

The world is watched
Straight from your TV sets
Makes you ill
Turn off and drop out in spurts

Lysergik funeral procession

I get up, get ready to face this world
I come down
I come down so hard, I hit then bounce
In a pool of piss I lay

Once revived, I was better off like I was
In so many pieces
And I'm so damn mad, so fucking mad
To lose that special darkness
I've got nothing to lose
Il tuo voto:
I do one thing, I do it well
It takes up most of my time
The advantage is beyond me
This curse behind my eyes

My dead disguise don't work so well
Transparent to the world
But in my heart, if it bothers me
I'd kill myself and curl

I'm falling far from the sun
Lucifer's calling on ears that need some now
I gave my life to this and it's fooled me oh so well
The name they've given me is a man that follows hell
A man that follows hell

To live outside a city of grief where the quiet becomes pain
The human mind, and it's hard to believe, is the knife that splits the brain
Some may say I've got it made, what's all the crying for
It's a mirror I've got, a reflection of my loved ones out the door

I'm calling out to you all
Lucifer's falling, so far that we fall down
I gave my life to this and it fooled me oh so well
The proper term for me is a man that follows hell
A man that follows hell

A man that follows hell
A man that follows hell
Il tuo voto:
Started from the start, wearing out the headstones
Was the in, was the right, taking out a life loan

Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross lay behind my head

When taken by the undertaker, no questions anymore
It's higher then the black sky, gets you lower than the floor

Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross looking down on me

Hey old man, when I'm going six feet down
You gotta make that promise to me
A stained glass cross hanging over me

I was just a young boy, my father sounded crazy
My death he couldn't bear to see, neither joking, sleeping, lazy

Hey old man, when you're going six feet down
I gotta make that promise to you
A stained glass cross lay behind your head

Hey young man, when you're going under that down
I made a secret promise to you
A stained glass cross looking down on you
Il tuo voto:
In the morning it takes me quite a while to clear my head
And as the day moves on I find it hard to smile at something said
So I took control, priority number one, and that's me
Then I cut the dragons head off and put away my gun
So let it be

I'm dying prematurely, I'm wasting my life for sure
I'm trying to kill what's happening to me
A ghost along the Mississippi

I never thought before, how life could be so strange
And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more and more and more
But I've got a gift, it's something called my friends or love
With them and I combined, I'll beat an early end
It's been done before

No timing, of passing away, of losing just one more day
I'm vying to kill what's wrong with me, yes I am
A ghost along the Mississippi

Can't happen to me
Won't do it to me

Destroying what's got hold of me
No more a ghost of Mississippi
Il tuo voto:
You can't fool the fool, cause I know it in my head
I just want the people, to get some before they're dead
You can take my body and dry it in the sun
Seeing vultures circle overhead
This is the home of the beautifully depressed
Life is just a moment, that rushes all at once
Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead

I am the lord of the beautifully depressed

Endlessly - come for me
Faithfully - bend for me
Lifelessly - hang for me
Endlessly - endlessly

Push me to the limit, I ain't afraid to die
Drive it to the limit, I proudly pledge to die
I dispel the madness by forgetting all the rules
I follow all the footsteps of pre-existing fools
Begging vultures to bury off my dead

This is the hard life of the beautifully depressed

Endlessly - come for me
Faithfully - bend for me
Lifelessly - hang for me
Endlessly - endlessly

Push it to the limit, I ain't afraid to die
Look before you're in it, are you afraid to die?

Then join the beautifully depressed
Il tuo voto:
(The power of the riff compels me)

Smoke up, do what you must do
Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes
Higher than mountains, but oh so god-damn deep
The morning star we reach, think for yourself
And that's you, you times a million

Look around, we surround the fields
On guard for the perfection of the seed
Perfection of the seed

Try hard to stop us which you can't
Outnumbered by the marijuana camps
Larger than nations, I can't name one without
Must kill the king of drought
Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the sky

Look around, we surround the fields
On guard for the perfection of the seed
Perfection of the seed

This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong and their closed superstitions
This way of life has become an addiction
Despite right or wrong, despite right or wrong
Despite right or wrong

Perfection of the seed
Il tuo voto:
Which one of yall motherfuckrs drunk all my fuckin koolaid?
Il tuo voto:
Slow time, deaf to all the hearings
Blinded to the seeings, nothings so revealing
Some day I might leave here
I'm gonna get what's coming to me one day
These days my eyes are empty
Hard times for the son of a bitch

Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane

Break down, devastate to kneeling
Suffering to bleeding, all the chance of feeling
Some day I might destroy here
I'm gonna get what's coming to me one day
These days my life is empty
Hard times for the son of a bitch

Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane

Dog tired in the fast lane

Self inflicted, I'm gonna fall flat
Unpredicted, that's where I'm at
So addicted, dog tired in the fast lane

Dog tired in the fast lane
Il tuo voto:
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