Train passes by
PA Announcement:
次の停車駅：要町駅
Pink moons bring me hope and pink wool brings me comfort till the day of the moon, synthetic mink
And I'll be on the moon searching for that perfect hue of blue that lets me tap into who I am
Went on the edge because hard liquor put my grandfather on the ledge
Your only enemy is time don’t get me started on mine
I heard them scream to me that they built what I see
My eyes ain't bluе but they shine and twinkle in thе sun
They tell me they built what I claim to be
Bound me in chains if that's who i am, let the clouds be
Overcast with a mild shot of drizzling
And overcast the grills of the cage
Put your reference tags in your resume and you ain’t getting paid
Work the minimum wage and be a slave to conglomerates
They stole our culture and I can't tie my own noose
They going global when my people live food to mouth
Don't let their feet lift off the ground, don't let them take flight forever
There's no chains on them, bare necks with ropes
From peaceful protests at fabric mills to the rope being the only fabric they own
They don't even reap what they sow
Loaners and property mafia calling these lands they're own
When you live in a mental jail, these walls are the same as being incarcerated
A gated community with three meals a day
You can't see the light at the end of the tunnel: it’s either too bright For your unaware eyes or two far for your
Weakened feet to hobble over to
From the mills, they were woven into the textile of being religious
"God won’t help me because he doesn't want me"
Or you sit at a corner and shuffle through files
Where’s the land of milk and honey because it isn't on earth
Canaan was assured but where do the sinners go
On judgment day do they face the lord's wrath and then cast into iron rods used in the furnace of hell?
Eternal sacrifices because you couldn't sacrifice the material goods, large concrete boxes
Where molecular species gather around and feast on the walls and depression builds the jail cell in your mind
What was it all worth, and why would surface dwellers mask the smell of your departure with reed and incandescence
Have psalm sense and read 33, crucified at 33 and riots ensued
Oh and you, you couldn’t stand the shade of your human brother
You once wish you could see him in the shade of a tree
But when we all become one with dust our children will tread over
No one knows where the souls go, but from the skin blooms a new tree
The tree of life, and maybe a tree of death
Towering steel can be September's spell of a house of horror
Burn burn-in the fires of Mordor, or lay by the pillars that hold the seat of the almighty, and sing his hymns out loud
Amidst the corridor of steps that split the end and a new beginning
I will never make it, they will never let me in
The way I live is a sin, I was born for nothing
I don't want to be blinded from the truth any longer
My pulse spikes as I look at the bank angles
Hit the service at lightspeed, and only the dreams will be left
They say education is the only thing that no one
Take away from you
Petty theft and crimes listed out as bullets in your track record
But in the end, it's all worth nothing
I want the sun to rise on me again
Blinded by its rays as my eyes are wiped away of eternal doleur
In delerium as I see someone who stands at a parallel to who I really am in the mirror
What is the world to the meek, thrown under the nets and buried under white penitentiaries?
There's fishes in the sea and the whales aren't as kind as the parable of Jonah
There's sharks in the penthouse pools and there are deep pools of alcohol to drown in
The man who spins down the Chinese nets will earn nothing
Markets twist figures and value
If I was built in your mirror image why am I a mere shade of who I want to be when I look in the mirror
Why do your impassioned sermons feel like burdens?
I want to partake in your passion but don't downplay my burden
There are lies about me in your sacred books
Why do the prayers of the faithful go out to those that suffer, we pray for those who will to engage in the old normal
Yet you told me you don't want me in your temple, nor will the seraphim shine its blessings on me, my body is a temple
I feel reluctant to ask you to guide me from the darkness because being myself is a sin in your discretion
Why am I a coward in front of the hunger pangs of the grim reaper who wants me to spill my own blood on myself
And when I take my breath I reckon you won't show me any degree of courtesy, even if I opened my eyes to your glory with my last breath
But won't you let your teaching of the prodigal son, come into fruit
I know I bit into the forbidden fruit, but all I did wrong was putting myself in risk of being bitten by the ophidian
Pink lakes instill a new order in me, they make me feel that
I could be both baptized with a dive or divided away from you, and I'll swap your necklace for pretty rubies and pearls, be glad, rejoice, and be joyful
Advocate for the pearls, don't advocate for unwanted clusters of cells, there are free cells far from the west for me and my best men
But the serpents I hate show more mercy to my kind than you do
But yet my kinfolk praise your glory, serving their hours kneeling down to you
Part the tides and make a free man's world
And pitch blue skies have always made me wanna tear apart my own insides
Sure, bring your kin to the funeral, place your wreaths at the final, inverted pedestal man is surely seated on, but I know you buy these knick-knacks to surmount to your family's greed, pomp, fanfare, and code
Or maybe you favor going up in smoke, but success stories is fables and we are all the same
Got on a craft, no private excursion, had three hundred workhorses on my side
Got it for a nominal price, I grasp onto fifth freedom flights and codeshares
No leisure on our course today, this is a slave-ship, we're all in our own rut in the pursuit of worldly pleasure and financial freedom and paper
Doom, doom harkens, I tell my family at home I'm relishing five-star status, three-pointed grilles, and four meals a day
I can't tell them I got nothing in my pocket, I got vivid visions, stitched seats were a part of my vision, I got to pay these bills, I got a balding head and a fraction of a homestead, and that I toil and break a sweat for their own sake
I'm back on track to take the sharp edge, I'm ready to do it to myself but the thought my own face on the paper is sickening
So whether I drown myself in the well of my own tears, or headfirst in front of my fears regretting that I never found my way to my dreams, cause their as high as the ceiling I'm going to hang and dangle from
With the seasons a new flower blooms and the world will move on, they'll ridicule me saying I took away my own potential, but I've always been a shell of the person I wanted to be. Too fed up to write letters and it's safe to say you don't deserve me or a reason
I can't do it, I can't do it, I done blew it again, but I can't do it, the conduit of life
Maybe one day I'll make it, they'll be screaming your name on stages, just hang in there, my lovely one, all the power in the world to you, and I know you'll make your leather dreams come true, let that choked throat heal itself, strike those vocal chords and a little pose, take in the fresh air of tomorrow, or make "Leather Dreams come true"
PA Announcement:
次の停車駅：要町駅
Pink moons bring me hope and pink wool brings me comfort till the day of the moon, synthetic mink
And I'll be on the moon searching for that perfect hue of blue that lets me tap into who I am
Went on the edge because hard liquor put my grandfather on the ledge
Your only enemy is time don’t get me started on mine
I heard them scream to me that they built what I see
My eyes ain't bluе but they shine and twinkle in thе sun
They tell me they built what I claim to be
Bound me in chains if that's who i am, let the clouds be
Overcast with a mild shot of drizzling
And overcast the grills of the cage
Put your reference tags in your resume and you ain’t getting paid
Work the minimum wage and be a slave to conglomerates
They stole our culture and I can't tie my own noose
They going global when my people live food to mouth
Don't let their feet lift off the ground, don't let them take flight forever
There's no chains on them, bare necks with ropes
From peaceful protests at fabric mills to the rope being the only fabric they own
They don't even reap what they sow
Loaners and property mafia calling these lands they're own
When you live in a mental jail, these walls are the same as being incarcerated
A gated community with three meals a day
You can't see the light at the end of the tunnel: it’s either too bright For your unaware eyes or two far for your
Weakened feet to hobble over to
From the mills, they were woven into the textile of being religious
"God won’t help me because he doesn't want me"
Or you sit at a corner and shuffle through files
Where’s the land of milk and honey because it isn't on earth
Canaan was assured but where do the sinners go
On judgment day do they face the lord's wrath and then cast into iron rods used in the furnace of hell?
Eternal sacrifices because you couldn't sacrifice the material goods, large concrete boxes
Where molecular species gather around and feast on the walls and depression builds the jail cell in your mind
What was it all worth, and why would surface dwellers mask the smell of your departure with reed and incandescence
Have psalm sense and read 33, crucified at 33 and riots ensued
Oh and you, you couldn’t stand the shade of your human brother
You once wish you could see him in the shade of a tree
But when we all become one with dust our children will tread over
No one knows where the souls go, but from the skin blooms a new tree
The tree of life, and maybe a tree of death
Towering steel can be September's spell of a house of horror
Burn burn-in the fires of Mordor, or lay by the pillars that hold the seat of the almighty, and sing his hymns out loud
Amidst the corridor of steps that split the end and a new beginning
I will never make it, they will never let me in
The way I live is a sin, I was born for nothing
I don't want to be blinded from the truth any longer
My pulse spikes as I look at the bank angles
Hit the service at lightspeed, and only the dreams will be left
They say education is the only thing that no one
Take away from you
Petty theft and crimes listed out as bullets in your track record
But in the end, it's all worth nothing
I want the sun to rise on me again
Blinded by its rays as my eyes are wiped away of eternal doleur
In delerium as I see someone who stands at a parallel to who I really am in the mirror
What is the world to the meek, thrown under the nets and buried under white penitentiaries?
There's fishes in the sea and the whales aren't as kind as the parable of Jonah
There's sharks in the penthouse pools and there are deep pools of alcohol to drown in
The man who spins down the Chinese nets will earn nothing
Markets twist figures and value
If I was built in your mirror image why am I a mere shade of who I want to be when I look in the mirror
Why do your impassioned sermons feel like burdens?
I want to partake in your passion but don't downplay my burden
There are lies about me in your sacred books
Why do the prayers of the faithful go out to those that suffer, we pray for those who will to engage in the old normal
Yet you told me you don't want me in your temple, nor will the seraphim shine its blessings on me, my body is a temple
I feel reluctant to ask you to guide me from the darkness because being myself is a sin in your discretion
Why am I a coward in front of the hunger pangs of the grim reaper who wants me to spill my own blood on myself
And when I take my breath I reckon you won't show me any degree of courtesy, even if I opened my eyes to your glory with my last breath
But won't you let your teaching of the prodigal son, come into fruit
I know I bit into the forbidden fruit, but all I did wrong was putting myself in risk of being bitten by the ophidian
Pink lakes instill a new order in me, they make me feel that
I could be both baptized with a dive or divided away from you, and I'll swap your necklace for pretty rubies and pearls, be glad, rejoice, and be joyful
Advocate for the pearls, don't advocate for unwanted clusters of cells, there are free cells far from the west for me and my best men
But the serpents I hate show more mercy to my kind than you do
But yet my kinfolk praise your glory, serving their hours kneeling down to you
Part the tides and make a free man's world
And pitch blue skies have always made me wanna tear apart my own insides
Sure, bring your kin to the funeral, place your wreaths at the final, inverted pedestal man is surely seated on, but I know you buy these knick-knacks to surmount to your family's greed, pomp, fanfare, and code
Or maybe you favor going up in smoke, but success stories is fables and we are all the same
Got on a craft, no private excursion, had three hundred workhorses on my side
Got it for a nominal price, I grasp onto fifth freedom flights and codeshares
No leisure on our course today, this is a slave-ship, we're all in our own rut in the pursuit of worldly pleasure and financial freedom and paper
Doom, doom harkens, I tell my family at home I'm relishing five-star status, three-pointed grilles, and four meals a day
I can't tell them I got nothing in my pocket, I got vivid visions, stitched seats were a part of my vision, I got to pay these bills, I got a balding head and a fraction of a homestead, and that I toil and break a sweat for their own sake
I'm back on track to take the sharp edge, I'm ready to do it to myself but the thought my own face on the paper is sickening
So whether I drown myself in the well of my own tears, or headfirst in front of my fears regretting that I never found my way to my dreams, cause their as high as the ceiling I'm going to hang and dangle from
With the seasons a new flower blooms and the world will move on, they'll ridicule me saying I took away my own potential, but I've always been a shell of the person I wanted to be. Too fed up to write letters and it's safe to say you don't deserve me or a reason
I can't do it, I can't do it, I done blew it again, but I can't do it, the conduit of life
Maybe one day I'll make it, they'll be screaming your name on stages, just hang in there, my lovely one, all the power in the world to you, and I know you'll make your leather dreams come true, let that choked throat heal itself, strike those vocal chords and a little pose, take in the fresh air of tomorrow, or make "Leather Dreams come true"
( Stygian )
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