Can't survive another comedown day
When my spirit houses so much pain.
So much bitterness
So much bitterness
I need to teach myself to feel again.
Somehow I lost the thread of being human
Wrapped in endless 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
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
I'm so destroyed.
What is the purpose of this ego sickness?
Uselessly perceived 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 this 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 till 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 here, and a crafty fish am I.
No, my child, there are wild women 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 rest your head upon a gross misdeed.
Father, will I cry in the bed of grace and rife defilement?
Father, will I cry in the bed of [bitter or] abuse?
My child, don't [mind __], but the lord makes no distinction,
For awful retribution is the singular 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.
When my spirit houses so much pain.
So much bitterness
So much bitterness
I need to teach myself to feel again.
Somehow I lost the thread of being human
Wrapped in endless 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
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
I'm so destroyed.
What is the purpose of this ego sickness?
Uselessly perceived 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 this 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 till 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 here, and a crafty fish am I.
No, my child, there are wild women 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 rest your head upon a gross misdeed.
Father, will I cry in the bed of grace and rife defilement?
Father, will I cry in the bed of [bitter or] abuse?
My child, don't [mind __], but the lord makes no distinction,
For awful retribution is the singular 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.