Skoomatose

A bait and switch
Now the game is a chore
Just like a retract­ing umbil­i­cal cord
A tasty treat, release and relief
Spread the womb a lit­tle more

The next stop is only min­utes away
But that one minute takes up most of my day
They say I’m free but the world is a cage
And it stops right at the shore

So I hone my inner voice
I light­en up my load
I’ll fin­ish what you start­ed
I’ll leave you ash and bone
And I search the sky, my belly’s nev­er full
An excur­sion forth with fury
Until each one is gone

Can’t stop the end from com­ing I have to sur­mise
Embrace a cold con­ver­sa­tion or slow sui­cide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the per­pet­u­al sore

Swipe clean the res­o­lu­tion, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more min­utes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her call­ing again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

Now emp­ty ram­bles reveal the novelty’s gone
As the min­utes turn to hours to days and so on
Well, I think that it’s time I erad­i­cate all that I can

So if life’s just a loaded sum
And my death is just a wait­ing room hum
Well I pause. Wait. I rea­son out until the slaugh­ter has begun

Can’t stop the end from com­ing I have to sur­mise
Embrace a cold con­ver­sa­tion or slow sui­cide
‘Cause any day now, man, I’ll be cured from the per­pet­u­al sore

Swipe clean the res­o­lu­tion, the cheque’s in the mail
Just give me five more min­utes to play out this game
Cause at night I hear her call­ing again from my head to give her more
The alternative’s a bore

A habit in denial
Reign­ing in a lunatic asy­lum
And I’ve got the cure to cleanse all this over­rat­ed san­i­ty

Resur­face with a smile
Absence suits you for a while
But I’ll be see­ing you real soon
To seal your doom

 

 

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