Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Holy, artist - The Golden Palominos. Album song Dead Inside, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.07.2002
Record label: RESTLESS
Song language: English
Holy |
I eat only sleep and air |
And everyone thinks I’m dumb |
But I’m smart because I’ve figured it out |
I am slimmer than you are |
And I am burning my skin off little by little |
Until I reach bone and self |
Until I get to where I am essential |
Until I get to where I am |
Food doesn’t tempt me anymore |
Because I am so full of energy and sense |
I can even pass by water now |
Because I am living off the parts of me |
That I don’t need anymore |
I could feel the slow drips of pain before |
Swirling inside where my lungs should have been |
Now I’m clean inside |
I threw out hundreds of things that I didn’t need anymore |
All my dresses and bras |
Stupid things like jeans and socks |
Most days I float through the house naked |
So I can see myself in the mirrors |
I have hundreds of them everywhere |
And they talk back to me all the time |
They keep me true and pure |
They make sure I’m still here |
When I knew what I had to do |
I took all my notebooks, all my manuscripts |
And ate them page by page |
So I could take my words with me |
I can finally control my life and even death |
And I will die slowly like steam escaping from a pipe |
This is my greatest performance |
And all of the actresses who won my parts will say |
How wonderful to let yourself go that mad |
How wonderful to go on this kind of journey |
And not care if you come back to tell the story |
I scratch words on the walls now |
So people will visit this museum and know |
How someone like me ends up like this |
(they'll say there is art in here somewhere) |
Everything that comes out of me is sacred |
Every tear, every cough, every piss |
Everything that comes off of me is sacred |
Every fingernail, every eyelash, every hair |
Starvation is sacred and I scratch my bones |
Against the windows at night |
I light candles and feel myself evaporate |
This body is a little church, a little temple |
You can’t see me now because I’ve gone inside |
My family doesn’t call anymore |
My friends don’t call anymore |
You can’t hurt me anymore |
They can’t hurt me anymore |
Only I can |
And that’s okay |
I don’t need them anymore |
I can live off of me |
I speak to me |
I dance with me |
I eat me |
When they find me, I’ll have a little smile on my face |
And they’ll wrap me in a white cloth and lay me in the ground |
And say they don’t understand |
But I do |
I don’t hurt anymore |
I’m not lonely anymore |
I’m not sad I’m not pretty anymore |
I made it through |
I feel so holy and clean when I stretch out on the floor and sing |
Sometimes god comes in for a minute and says I’m doing fine, I’m almost there |
Every day I get a little closer to vanishing |
Some days I can’t stand up because the room moves under my feet |
And I smile because I’m almost there |
I’m almost an angel |
One day when I am thin enough |
I’ll go outside |
Fluttering my hands so I can fly |
And I will be so slight that I will pass through all of you |
Silently |
Like wind |