Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vessel, artist - Glue.
Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
Vessel |
Happy Birthday to me |
(to me) |
25 years old today |
(today) |
It’s my birthday |
(birthday) |
Happy Birthday, Vessel |
(They're not coming back for you) |
Happy Birthday Dear, dear, dear |
Vessel |
Vessel |
Vessel |
The first thing I remember brings me 25 years back |
Overcast morning, the kind that almost looks fake |
First thing I saw was white walls, and bright light bulbs |
Blurry pictures and hands holding cans of paint |
The image used to be clear, but the years were never kind |
Your past is always playing tricks on your mind |
Muffled noises slowly became voices |
Hovering over my body watching God’s miracle happen |
Life shot through my limbs |
And they started asking questions |
But I couldn’t answer with the comprehension |
Being newborn status |
Classes don’t start for a while |
I know I’m not the fastest thinker |
But I was quickly mobile |
At an early age my chores started like everyone else |
My friends don’t speak much |
But at least they’re there help |
When there is work to be done, one of three sons, I’ve always been special |
The others got boring names, but my parents called me Vessel |
Middle name 1208 and I don’t complicate |
I keep busy and have no time to waste |
Careening with the social scene, or playing on sports teams |
(But now I’ve misunderstood what they meant) |
See, when teens aren’t supervised, they’ll kill each other |
AND I KNOW FIRSTHAND FROM WATCHING OVER MY BROTHERS |
(Watch my brothers) |
But tonight we celebrate the day that I was born |
And every year I wait by the window and listen for the horn |
(Listen for the horn) |
(They haven’t showed up and I don’t understand why |
(It's been three hours) |
And I don’t, I don’t think that they know anything they’ve done |
(And I don’t understand, why) |
I’m worried about them |
I’m wondering if something’s happened |
(«I was sitting…») |
(«narc») |
3 hours late and usually I wouldn’t complain |
But their absence today us more than just a little strange |
Should I be suspicious? |
My record’s flawless |
I’ve watched them sleep while my hands cropped the harvest |
This house is keeping secrets |
It’s got the worst timing |
So I’ll force these walls to tell me where my family is hiding |
Providing light for my search |
Flipped the switch in the kitchen |
The windows were open; |
something stirring caught my vision |
On the table next to a phone number that I’ve never seen |
Scattered papers in a folder and a picture of me |
It was a title of ownership from 1978 |
For a registered machine with the initials of my name |
And stapled to the title was a receipt for for disposal |
With today’s date on it |
And a signature from the owners |
This can’t be right, I don’t understand what this means |
These papers say that this machine is me?! |
(that this machine is me) |
(But how can she be me? |
I don’t understand |
I read all of it but most of it was worthless |
Except that «your 25 years… |
Your machine is out of service…») |
Let them come for me |
(LET THEM KNOW THAT THIS IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING TO ME) |
He doesn’t really care for me anymore |
THEY WANT THIS |
(This is not their kid) |
I spent my whole life thinking I was human |
They tricked me into thinking I was one of them |
So the chores would be done |
The laundry would be picked up |
The house would be clean |
All I wanted I ever wanted self esteem |
I wanted respect in a race that was alien to me |
How could I feel alive and just be machinery? |
I’m angry at what they’ve done; |
MY FAMILY IS MY LIFE |
They’ve left me here tonight by myself to be sacrificed |
I’ll go to the roof and I’ll give them what they want |
And if I’m so robotic then the pain was never real |
Just a program to bind man’s way to my flesh |
Only after 25 years does it all now make sense? |
What kind of god leaves you tortured with free thought? |
Keeps you alive for labor then recycles the spare parts |
They can have these limbs; |
then return them to my parents |
(Tell them Vessel tried to find the truth under her skin) |
Three stories high, but one story over |
Metal hits the ground |
Brain smashes |
Closure |
(I'm a narc?) |
(There's nothing special about you. You’re just an ordinary program.) |
(How could he be able to do that?) |
Never thought that I was trapped |
Never needed an escape |
Never thought that I was trapped |
Never needed an escape |
Never thought that I was trapped |
Never needed an escape |
I never thought that I was trapped |
Never needed an escape |
I never thought that I was trapped |
I never needed an escape |
I never thought that I was trapped |
I never needed an escape |
I never thought that I was trapped |
I never needed the escape |
I never thought that I was trapped |
I never needed the escape |