It"s not just you. We"ve all got blackened hearts. We"ve
all got saddened parts. And they don"t know this play,
they don"t feel the bass. No happy endings, no soothing
chords, more like a fist on the piano. And I"m happy that
we"re always offbeat. ...the best minds of my generation,
destroyed by madness ... burning for a connection to
the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. They
sleep while they count the days. They fear the moment
when they part their ways. Heads in cement, knees to
the ground. They loathe the beast they"ve crowned. they
broke their backs lifting moloch to heaven. We are
the sea and all its sickness, just as blue and equally still.
Like the other sore lips that are swaying with us, we"re
all still ill. Brothers, sisters, reap what you sow. God is
dead, we"re alone. The city"s howl never felt so loud, but
we"re never quite mute.
all got saddened parts. And they don"t know this play,
they don"t feel the bass. No happy endings, no soothing
chords, more like a fist on the piano. And I"m happy that
we"re always offbeat. ...the best minds of my generation,
destroyed by madness ... burning for a connection to
the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. They
sleep while they count the days. They fear the moment
when they part their ways. Heads in cement, knees to
the ground. They loathe the beast they"ve crowned. they
broke their backs lifting moloch to heaven. We are
the sea and all its sickness, just as blue and equally still.
Like the other sore lips that are swaying with us, we"re
all still ill. Brothers, sisters, reap what you sow. God is
dead, we"re alone. The city"s howl never felt so loud, but
we"re never quite mute.