Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introducing, artist - Boys Night Out. Album song Trainwreck, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.07.2005
Record label: Ferret
Song language: English
Introducing |
Test, check. |
Well, he’s been released again today, and I’m back where I started |
Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially |
messed up this time |
The wounds seem to be healing, and he seems to be getting along |
Without his appendages |
And I know he seems fine, but 'seems' can be a very dangerous word, |
especially in this business… it can be fatal |
Initial Diagnosis: Catatonic. |
And I know he’s back there somewhere |
But there’s just no response whatsoever, to any kind of stimulus |
We’ll start him with medication tomorrow, for sure |
This man’s tragedy has made him a prisoner in his own body |
And it’s not just tragedy, it’s dementia, despair; |
It’s this hole I can see in each of his eyes |
Where all the events that happen in this real world kind of just fall through |
It’s loneliness in it’s most crippling form, the kind that no amount of love |
Or human contact, could ever mend |
The patient was plagued by violent nightmares, terrible, deeply troubling dreams |
Which one night overflowed in to reality, and he murdered his wife, in his sleep |
These people were in love, deeply in love |
And it was that love filling those holes that I can now see behind his eyes |
And it’s my job to try and fill those holes with something else |
But with what? |
Hope? |
I can try to fill those holes with drugs, soothing words, |
but that’s all |
I hope his wounds will heal with time, but right now, things aren’t looking good |
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist |
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist |
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist |
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist |
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist |
The lines around my wrists, the infection seems to be getting better |
It’s in the center of my torso, behind my eyes and in the back of my head |
Something is eating me alive from the inside out |
Well that’s grief of your loss |
Don’t tell me what it is |