Bill Hicks

the sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing.




Freitag, 12. August 2011

Do you remember how you wore that dress
it slit my sight beneath the eyelids
Do you remember what you said to me
What course has given you the right to stray
And in your living tomb I'm stuck but safe
The clocks are ticking fast with every breath
Since we've been wrong
I've been part awake
Since we've been wrong
You will never ever know me
What took you so long
I'm not sure all the way
But my heart it asks just one more time
Are you still a mess?
One day a rain will come to wash away
The earth that held us was no island
I have become ingrown inside this skin
I'll find a way out through those eyelids
And all the days become a castaway
I seem to think I don't belong here

I don't belong here
I shouldn't stay
What falls inside me grows empty
The walls between us will never break
Just seal it shut
It grows empty

                          
With qualms that I speak of the wrists I have cut
By flooding the tubs where the warmth held below
The lockets believe that the secret of love
Has caught its own tail and it just won't give up
When I breathe the heavens can't hold me
And I can't believe anymore
The night brings the highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut

In your lead filled days these are desperate graves
Give me the alter red will shine
The pendulum won't wait

If I slay your spirits with twin current volts
That weakened your knees in the pit of my palms

Dressed in the slurs of bovine engines
To feast upon the carcass of your mother
When I breathe the heavens can't hold me
And I can't believe anymore

The light breathes the highest execution
Show me the wings I must cut
In your lead filled days these are desperate graves

When I turn the dial and leave the gas on
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose

These are the splinters made from a single blade
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose
I'm like the key that locks you in
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose

When you wear the burning of all my ferns
I'm the matchstick that you'll never lose

In your lead filled days these are desperate graves
Give me the alter red will shine
This pendulum won't wait


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