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Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Better Place |
If ever you find yourself beaten and broke |
And can’t feel the whip for the weight of the yoke |
And fear that the night will not turn into day |
Remember the darkness will show you the way |
It’s a long way away, it’s a long way away |
And I’m all alone along a long |
Long long long long long long way |
Inside the mind of a man is a massacre |
Made up of many a miniature message |
And misses the most of it |
So convoluted, design for disaster |
It’s making the best of a universe |
Far too expansive to cope with |
And he never chose nor was chosen |
By metrics that make any sense |
And the senses are numbed by emotional stresses |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Who got time on a string, on a finger? |
Nothing to remember but the passage of it |
Who got time to let anything linger? |
Where it hovers, surely you will learn to love it |
Who got time for this love shit anyway? |
Gotta survive, isn’t that mess enough for him? |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Set a course, it’s a bet upon an endless |
Roulette wheel odds are ungodly |
As are the odds of the body |
Making it through and surviving the gravity shift |
The gravitas of which is lost |
From the lost thoughts of a being ch-ch-chopped |
To a bite size in the light eyes |
Beggin' don’t eat the messenger |
The messages and SOS and other S’s |
In the language where it goes |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
And somebody gotta keep watch where the watch stops |
He talks about his pops in polarity |
Fingers fantasize of rocks there will never be |
«Land ho!"likely |
Lest a hole in the mantle of Heaven |
He’s demanding the evidence for something |
That maybe never was for anyone |
He’s missing something pretty |
He’s missing where the air tastes gritty |
He’s missing the splendor and misery |
Of bodies, of cities, of being missed |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Flesh is weaker than the metal, it is true |
But the metal’s being moved into a thing it doesn’t do |
Circuitry is only serviceable as much as it is used |
So why don’t you use it? |
'Til you use it up, abuse it |
It is strong, it can take it if you can’t |
Your sinews are more intuitively designed for dance |
Well, it set up a random course safely away from suns |
Four-hundred and twenty-three |
By a hundred and twelve by fifty-one |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Inside the mind of a man is a mystery, made up of these centuries |
Of mistakes he believes are important to be |
Part of his DNA, calls it history |
Species with memories longer |
Don’t bother with sweating the old shit |
Maybe it’s this time-bound conscience |
That keeps him out pushing through nothing |
With only the hope brought on by this belief that |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Are you ready to go? |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
Are you ready to go? |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
Are you ready to go? |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
Are you ready to go yet? |
Let’s go |
There must be a, better place to |
Be somebody, be somebody else |
Go |