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Can't survive another comedown day When my spirit houses so much pain So much bitterness So much bitterness I need teach myself to feel again Somehow I lost the thread of being human Wrapped up in this bitterness Too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness I'm so confused, what is the function of this ego sickness? Uselessly beleaguered by self hatred whisperings And I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer Slipping on my own vomit while I tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo But I was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language So much bitterness Too much bitterness, too much bitterness Other people can say there is a true belief system But all my life I've been betrayed by my mother's religion So much bitterness Too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness, too much bitterness I'm so destroyed, what is the purpose of this ego sickness? Uselessly beseiged by self aversion whisperings Man, I can't deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer Any longer Can't seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue My mantras of subhuman nature, just a veil for all elation The ink's dripping all over me; the only regret I have is caring Are we posing? Are we props, riding the anger until it stops? Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve? Father, will we starve today? Father, will we starve? No my child, there are wild women in here and a crafty fish am I No my child, there are wild women in here and a fleshy catch am I Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow? Will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground? No my child, you lay your head upon a monstrous felony No my child, you lay your head upon a gross misdeed [becomes too soft] Father will I cry again, crossed the earth to fight Father will I cry again, a victim of obese No my child, don't be (pessable[?]), the world needs more distinction For all retribution, a symbol of delight It's hard to sympathize with those that won't fight for themselves I can't hold both our faces off the flames much longer The child of our struggle is free I've fallen out of love with the prisoner That's to save us |