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ALONE
ON A COBWEB AFTERNOON
IN A ROOM FULL OF EMPTINESS BY A
FREEWAY
I CONFESS I WAS LOST IN THE SHOW ME HOW TO LIFE
PAGES OF A BOOK
FULL OF DEATH READING HOW WE’LL AND WITH THE EARLY DAWN
DIE ALONE MOVING RIGHT ALONG
AND IF WE'RE GOD WILL LAY TO COULDN'T BUY A EYE FULL OF SLEEP
REST ANYWHERE WE WANT TO GO AND IN THE ACHING NIGHTS UNDER
SATELLITES
IN YOUR HOUSE, I LONG TO BE I WAS NOT RECEIVED
ROOM BY ROOM, PATIENTLY BUILT WITH STOLEN PARTS
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE TELEPHONE IN MY HEART
LIKE A STONE SOMEONE GET ME A PRIEST
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE ALONE TO PUT MY MIND TO BED
THIS RINGING IN MY HEAD
AND ON MY DEATH BED IS THIS A CURE OR IS THIS A
I WILL PREY TO THE GODS AND THE DISEASE?
ANGELS
LIKE A PAGAN TO ANYONE WHO WILL NAIL IN MY HAND
TAKE ME FROM MY CREATOR
TO HEAVEN, TO A PLACE YOU GAVE ME LIFE NOW
I WOULD RECALL, I WAS THERE SO SHOW ME HOW TO LIVE
LONG AGO
THE SKY WAS BRUISED, THE WINE AND IN THE AFTERBIRTH
WAS BLED ON THE QUIET EARTH
AND THERE YOU LED ME ON LET THE STAINS REMIND YOU
YOU THOUGHT YOU MADE A MAN
IN YOUR HOUSE, I LONG TO BE YOU BETTER THING AGAIN
ROOM BY ROOM, PATIENTLY BEFORE MY ROLE DEFINES YOU
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE
LIKE A STONE NAIL IN MY HAND
I’LL WAIT FOR YOU THERE ALONE, FROM MY CREATOR
ALONE YOU GAVE ME LIFE NOW
SHOW ME HOW TO LIVE
IN ALL I READ, UNTILL THE DAY WAS
GONE AND IN YOUR WAITING HANDS
AND I SAT IN REGRET, OF ALL THE I WILL LAND
THINGS I’VE DONE AND ROLL OUT OF MY SKIN
FOR ALL THAT I’VE BLESSED AND ALL AND IN YOUR FINAL HOURS
THAT I’VE WRONGED I WILL STAND
IN DREAMS UNTILL MY DEATH, I READY TO BEGIN
WILL WONDER ON
BE YOURSELF
IT'S ALL THAT YOU CAN DO
TO BE YOURSELF IS ALL THAT YOU
CAN DO
SEPERATE OR UNITED
EMPTY OR INSANE
BE YOURSELF
IT'S ALL THAT YOU CAN DO
TO BE YOURSELF IS ALL THAT YOU
CAN DO
TO BE YOURSELF IS ALL THAT YOU
CAN DO
TO BE YOURSELF IS ALL THAT YOU
CAN DO