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• Artiste: Bleubird
• Titre: Living Through Others
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Don't you think it's time that we advance another level? If we keep on playing in this game nobody's going to win The batteries are running out If luck has left us all alone Then vivid imagery will make you think that it's ok The biological tock is ticking The six o'clock news is sickening The plot keeps thickening In dreams of electrical chairs and toothbrushes Got me flushing goldfish and adjusting My satellite dish to C-SPAN Those of ahead of me will be dead with me in the end To bad we're human And why do people disagree about beliefs? Despite access to the same evidence And why does evidence so rarely lead to belief change The same reason that Bob Marley drove a BMW Wasn't because the doctor in prison paid him for it (?) Ripping the last pages out of the grade book Over the counter bounty hunter Funding passion fuck me fashion Boogers are just the remnants of the nasty things you see It's amazing how one day can make you feel The way that changes everything Only death is permanent but you won't know that What is the meaning of satisfied? And will I ever stop learning from other people? Just as yellow leaves may be ____ to stop the crying children Some people make money off people who manage their money problems They'll pull a ghost out of a hat And inject her into your habitat A double decker rubber necker fiesta Boiling point lowgrade(?) hallelujah Put me in Coach I love this shit Nothing like the smell of napalm in the morning On the path to the redundant Release pungent pandemonium Low sodium episode Commode captain Corrosion of Conformity Orderly committing detox for shock value Even when I'm standing here in front of you I'm only hardly there, some of you struggle to care Quit it You sit in the house and vote legalizing negligence I practice fermenting false intelligence until the remnants are intoxicating Those ahead of me will be dead with me in the end Some find comfort in the mistakes of their friends How old do you think that tree is? My oh my what a wonderful way to live A lifeless situation catering to your demise And compensating for blatant disrespect For blind notions of stupidity Grinding hands down to bone before the blood can turn blue again Tonight we paint the town red Tomorrow we burn it down and walk away without ever Looking Back At least I'm pretty sure that's how the story goes The celibate rhetoric Dominant __?_____ hetetic Blood and cig Voodoo cursed dispersed Animosity caused cloud bursts Scrolling our brothers And running for cover Looking for lovers Who aren't going to smother us Better choose one life And live it soon Before the moon comes crashing down into the pasture Ask her if she still allows herself to feel the same way And if the game is still worth it to be played Having a conscious is optional Free visits to the hospital Sacked the bovine ax burns And wait your turn Finding friends in the forest fire Forest suppliers helping me to remember They deliver the wood and pick up the fumes Something for nothing coming soon Living through others And worrying about what happens above Those who choose to cut loose Mildly confused And wildly bruised manual labor is kindly used Taking beatings from a seating chart Eating nothing spewing outward Laying on my back Fixated by the ceiling fan Season of the which The ever changing fragile mindset In this controversial outlook It is hard to keep a friend Send messages and broken bottles Answered fast by battle cry And why are we insinuating rock solid destiny Best to be the way that you create yourself And one should know the ways as if born to them Sworn enemy to the reflection Basking in the passionate Listen to the warm Another elevating incident And chance has it that some bastard Will kill you with his carbon gun Isn't this fun? I wonder what I look like from your point of view They drew blood But the sample was Tainted by my painted on smile Faked by numbers Cucumbers and all other phallic vegetables Throw caution to the wind And breath it in as it's blown back in your face I could escape without a trace But I'd probably turn up in a week or two With rug burn and another shitty tattoo So please Let me ask you Isn't saying she means no harm the same as saying she makes no difference?