
Date of issue: 25.02.2007
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
Sackcloth In Ashes |
The scent of sulfur is strong |
The matches are gone |
And I’m watching bad books burning |
The scent of sulfur is strong |
The matches are gone |
And I’m watching bad books burning |
The scent of sulfur is strong |
The matches are gone |
And I’m watching bad books burning |
And how could it be that |
The people they read |
And don’t remember anything? |
Tear off the pieces |
Of words in this book |
So I can restore clear vision |
I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms and) |
Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain |
I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep |
It was the best thing |
By design, you’re dragging, awake dreaming |
And I’ll make it seem we’re draggin' |
We’re draggin' all the way home |
Now a fool-hearted pawn |
The insane are gone |
And I’ll release all your patience |
Stop this bus without breaks |
The rest will be cake |
As long as we just continue |
Be alone, I’ll just be |
Alone I’ll find out |
What’s wrong with this situation |
The scent of sulfur is strong |
The matches are gone |
And I’m watching bad books burning |
The scent of sulfur is strong |
The matches are gone |
And I’m watching bad books burning |
I ripped the jaw of the lion’s mouth |
Beside the flock of foolish sheep |
Where I will stop with naked feet |
I hope that you know that I cried 'til I fell asleep |
It was the best thing |
And by design, you’re dragging, awake dreaming |
And I’ll make it seem we’re draggin' |
We’re draggin' all the way home |
And put billboards up |
Spread this noose |
And rip people from their caves |
And show them something real |
I tried lies (they cripple crowded rooms) |
Lies take way too much time to climb a mountain |
Fed up too many times and the plate is still full |
Scents and depictions of wise men and fools |
Nothing but truthfulness and nothing but lies |
In between martyrs for gold coins and glass |
Picture me first and then picture me last |
Not enough smooth stones to go around here |
Too many rough roads and painted in fear |
And don’t forget, please, the steps I have taken |
To get you as far as to not be awakened |
In my own mouth |
In my own mouth |
In my own mouth |
In my own mouth |
In my own mouth |
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Broken Church Bells | 2018 |
Psychotic Opera | 2017 |
A Muted Moment | 2007 |
The Best Time Of The Worst Year | 2007 |
Sick On Substance | 2007 |
Shake | 2007 |
Dear Dictator | 2007 |
Gutter Of Disneyland | 2007 |
Truth Of Transition | 2007 |
Power Outage | 2015 |
Cross Chatter | 2017 |
The Flood | 2007 |
Prism | 2018 |
Subtle Sadness | 2017 |
Dear John Connor | 2017 |
Airplane Junkyard | 2017 |
Creepin' | 2017 |
Glass Hypnotist | 2011 |
Bloom | 2011 |