Lyrics Which - Soldiers Of Fortune, Clark "Yeremias" Bronson

Which

Oh sweet, sweet abomination
A sorcerer’s twist of mine
Like a corn jar crawling on all fours
Her voice by design
Oh and the greed bags
They change the very flame
The heart of hatching
Alas with great travail
Everything in this dream is exactly as it seems
Said the cyborg to the snail
Autonomous drones watching over
To be alone once more
My brain is a crush of bubbles
My heart is a looted department store
I’m a life boat
I’m a death trip
Another form divine, embraced, extinct
I believed you
When you said you’d never leave me
And I believed you
Long after you were gone
Wandering from hallucination to hallucination
Til I stumble down the window sill
To which I belong
I swipe my ID through the fucking groove in my coffee-ridden soul
And if I get rich off of this record
I’m going to buy a golden begging bowl
Standing on the line
Heart emptied of complaint
A mushroom cloud
A lullaby
The midnight hour
Is a taste
A quivering
So spooked and anxious
From the pills hidden in the food
Ache so hard you keep resisting
Though the mind control is cruel
Who can you trust?
Standing naked in the rain
That sweet refrain