Song for the End of the World-Sadistik

歌手 : Sadistik

专辑 : Flowers for My Father

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:04

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Song for the End of the World - Sadistik

Just because I'm absent minded

Doesn't mean I have to find it

It's my pity party darling please don't act invited

I sip Bacardi just to pass the time when

It gets me started for the clash of titans

Just past my eyelids

I'm not a downer in the kill the party market

But I swallowed all my pride

And yet I'm still a starving artist

And still I'm finding parts of all my silly life departures

Parts of darkness are so thrilling

But it's filling my apartment

So please for forgive me

If I overstep my boundaries

I keep forgetting that

There's no one left to count on me

At least I'm living on my own

And get a founder's fee

I'm out to see and drifting off

That melatonin sound asleep

Wait up all alone just to dream away the time

Weight upon my collarbones

Don't seem to pay no mind

The day the world died

I didn't even say goodbye

I left a love letter in a secret place

To hide that said

I'd give concern but

I'm a disconcerted immature kid

Insecure when I am quickly searching for

A bridge to burn it

If I twist and turn until the blisters hurt

It isn't worth it

If it's served with sense of urgency

To see me binge and purge it

I've lived and learned and learned to live

To misinterpret nervous twitches

Pistons turning hurt to bliss it's picture perfect

And since I've learned a circus trick

Of inadvertent perfect pitch

To skim a surface worse than this

I'm in to get deserted when I ask

On the day the world ends

A bee circles a clover

A fisherman mends a glimmering net

By the rainspout young sparrows are playing

And the snake is gold skinned

As it should always be

On the day the world ends

Women walk through the fields

Under their umbrellas

A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn

And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island

The voice of a violin lasts in the air

And leads into a starry night

I get less comfortable with each breath

Stomach full of regrets

Each step's becoming part of running as a reflex

Pretend tell me something that relives stress

Sleepless I'd rather suffocate my weakness

I'm David Cronenberg mixed with David Lynch stir

David Berkowitz and a little David Fincher

They say I mince words that can paint a picture

Honest and true yes long live the new flesh

And I'm impatient waiting

To find a day that needs saving

I say the things that can make me seem crazy

I chase my dreams like I chase my drinks daily

I fall asleep to my existential woes

And the questions with the answers

That'll never get exposed

I'm not too good with the mental episodes

But about as sharp as it

Can get with pen or pencils though

Evidence is shown in the sentimental prose

Posing pros and cons to poking on

This detrimental road

I chose to walk walk walk on sediment and stone

Don't confuse my temperament

As being reticent or cold

Just let me vent