Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vessel , by - Glue. Release date: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vessel , by - Glue. 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 |
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