Lyrics The Suffering Machine - Buck 65

The Suffering Machine

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain’t got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set myself on
Fire
But I don’t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanity is I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It’s no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
Beats the shit out of me
The windows are wooden
But I shouldn’t complain
I’ll just keep digging
Until I’m good and insane
Cobwebs and apple cores
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain’t got no messages
But I don’t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Lost in a haze
A fantasy in folklore
The woman I love, she don’t want me no more
Inebriated, alliviated of pain and speaking
Wild
Full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing
Completely disappeared
And cleared of all wrong doing
Challenging the calendars
And tempting the clocks
Tree knocked over
Inside an empty box
And I don’t live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down