LYRICS
You took me through the other side,
the other side.
Through all the feelings
that I tried to hide.
Why should we ignore
The answer, knocking,
more than breaking down the door?
You are the antidote
to poison, deep within my throat;
It’s filling up my lungs.
You are the answer to
the question on my,
and everybody’s tongue.
You took me through the other side,
the other side.
When everything that circled back to me
had died.
Where were we before
The circle split, and spiralled
Down into the floor?
You are the antidote
to poison, deep within my throat;
It’s filling up my lungs.
You are the answer to
the question on my,
and everybody’s tongue.
We’ve got fifteen minutes,
And nobody knows where we’ve got to;
Fifteen minutes,
And nobody knows where we are.
I’ll give you just one minute
To tell me what we came for;
Fourteen more
To show me who we are.
But you won’t grip the courage;
Take the stride.
You won’t break the cycle;
Hold the tide.
We’ve got fifteen minutes,
We’ve come this far.
I’ve got every right to ask for more, for more.
Don’t you need a little taste of home?
Don’t you want a little place to go?
I’ve got every chance to turn this round and save.
We’ve got every chance to send this to the grave.
I’m extrapolating heavy doubt,
And you’re implicating no way out,
And our fifteen minutes are coming around
So just pull the plug and flush it down, down, down.
No hope in breaking apart
With your emphasis on taking part,
And you nudge up to knock us down,
And I’ve no more room to turn around,
And I’ve no hope in breaking apart
With your emphasis on taking part,
And you nudge up to knock us down,
And I’ve no more room to turn around.
Harmless wager on the table;
This is where we ante up.
Open up a black revolver;
Russian fingers, fill her sleight.
Use a club to beat a stranger.
Use a spade to cover up.
Bribe the jury with a diamond.
Stab a heart to put it right.
Follow the investigation;
Make a note of where it’s been.
Memorise the outs and ins
To hide away these deadly sins.
Sanitary in the bathroom;
This is where my hands are clean.
Antiseptic in the sink;
Anti-everything I think.
Run away and make it quick,
It’s not too late to saddle up.
Get ahead to start again;
To get away from what is done.
Balaclava over-head,
And leather gloves won’t leave a trace.
Take a gamble with a gun,
But pass it off as “just for fun.”
Worry if you’re fucking up;
If everything is down to luck.
Make a perfect alibi;
Poker face to tell a lie.
In a vessel on a river;
Ocean-bound to not be found.
Waterfall to make you think
“It’s easier to let it sink.”
Yes, I know I’m wrong to feel this way,
And now I realise I have to extract a little more,
And repeat it every day.
Yes, I know I’m wrong to feel this way,
But if I ever fall short, or if I question why,
I’d give you one good reason
For one big lie.
You’d tell me
“Don’t come any closer,
Or look me square in the eye,
Because people can’t change
And neither can you, nor I.”
You’d tell me
“Don’t get any closer,
Or look me dead in the eye,
Because nothing’s going to change,
And I’m in your mind,”
And these are your modes of violence.
It never takes much for you to destroy the silence.
Your angelical lies; a front to disguise
How riotous ineffable harm, presented so calmly’s quietus.
We couldn’t get far because of your modes…
I confess I didn’t want to be this way.
I could never deny the truth I saw today.
I’ve less than nothing left to give for feeding your disdain,
And now I always fall short, and always question why,
So give me one good reason
For living your big lie.
You’d tell me
“Don’t come any closer,
Or look me square in the eye,
Because people can’t change
And neither can you, nor I.”
You’d tell me
“Don’t get any closer,
Or look me dead in the eye,
Because nothing’s going to change,
And I’m in your mind,”
And these are your modes of violence.
(I know I’m wrong to feel this way)
It never takes much for you to destroy the silence.
(And now I realise I have to extract a little more)
Your angelical lies; a front to disguise how riotous
(I know I’m wrong to feel this way)
Ineffable harm, presented so calmly’s quietus.
(But if I ever fall short, or if I question why
I’d give you one big reason for one big lie)
We couldn’t get far because of your modes of violence.
It never takes much for you to destroy the silence.
Your angelical lies; a front to disguise
How riotous ineffable harm, presented so calmly’s quietus.
We’d never get far because of your modes…
Like an infection, it grows.
Like an infection, it shows in good time.
I had to take it from within;
This indecorous paraisite,
Under my skin.
This is all I have to give you
In your sentimental, vain
Display of guilt and of remorse.
The momentary spike
Of pleasure hiding what I need
Is now vacancy.
Like a reflection, I’ve found
Any projection you make
Is just a sound.
It’s neither courage,
Nor a sin,
If it only ends
Where it begins.
This is all I have to give you
In your sentimental, vain
Display of guilt and of remorse.
The momentary spike
Of pleasure hiding what I need
Is now vacancy.
My burning light;
My burning lie
Dims, with a sigh
When you’re gone.
An imbecile breathes for you,
And now I’m out of breath.
Where are you?
Your crimson waters run cool,
And now you’re out of breath.
Where are you?
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