Lyrics labourissuesinthetoydepartment - Dillinger Four

labourissuesinthetoydepartment

Know your place, it’s like a voice
That won’t go away
Like vices we hold to tradition
Like children not allowed across the street
Starving for some recognition
Where want and honesty meet
Nothing known can match the bitter pain
Of knowing happiness is just beyond the reach of your chain
And the overwhelming feeling it will be the same forever
Now here I am looking down a hole again
Treating damage and despair like they’re long-lost friends
No remedy at all, I’m waiting for the fall
Staring out the window like what’s outside’s unattainable
Cover me with roses for the funeral pyre
Shoot this dashing carcass out to fucking sea
I can’t wait in this state
This voice, these hands don’t feel like they’re really me
I’m the blinded who can feel that he’s surrounded by walls
And relief is very seldom cheap
Now I think I’m gonna snap like prey in a trap
Watch as desperation takes a seat
Forgive me my trespasses
Like I know I’ll trespass tonight
Don’t want to hear any fucking voices at all
Even if they’re saying I’m alright
Memory’s beating soundly on the body
Cursing what’s left of the sorry shell
I’d give anything to make this heart stop pounding
Staring out the window like what’s outside’s unattainable
Cover me with roses for the funeral pyre
Shoot this dashing carcass out to fucking sea
I can’t wait in this state
This voice, these hands don’t feel like they’re really
Now life’s like a B-movie that no one wants to see
Here comes the zombie portraying me
What was once so crystal clear is now cranked past the norm
And I can’t take it anymore
You’re going to fuck them after all