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11EP (Six)
Six
And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see, the way I cowered to authority
You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see
(More) than I had before
(More) than I've presently got
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
(More) than I had before
(More) than I've presently got
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
(More) than I had before
(More) than I could possibly spend
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I had before
(More) than I could possibly spend
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
It's more than I can spare
My religion is caged
Safe from progress, purgatory I know
How does this affect me?
Emotionally affect me?
Will they let me go?
Will they let me go?
Will they let me go?
Equilibrium imbalanced again
I feel no pain, I feel no...
I feel no pain
The Jabberwocky haunts me, in my memory it's caged
I feel no pain (I feel no pain)
I feel no... (I feel no...)
I feel no pain (I feel no...)
But if you punched me in the stomach then I'd feel it again Feel no pain (I feel no pain)
I feel no... (I feel no...)
I feel no pain (I feel no...)
But if you punched me in the stomach then I'd feel it again
Life is a compromise anyway
Life is a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all
Life is a compromise anyway
Life is a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all
My religeon is caged
Church Of The Drive Thru Elvis
And there's someone always laughing over me
A taste of my inferiority
It mocks me and weakens me
Emphasises what is wrong with me
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror to see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners, I know
You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn
Everyone's a sinner baby, that's for sure
No conduit Messiah, God-like with halo
Aesthetically, appease my all-consuming vanity
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror to see I'm incredibly low
We are all sinners, I know
We are all sinners, I know
You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn
Spirit serene, it's my spirit so serene
You take life better than me
My wheelchair rolls into the sea
Tender blooms fractured and torn
We're all sinners, I know
But The Trains Run On Time
This rooms dimensions
I know them off by heart by now
They're stored, remembered
And this disturbs me, my personality
I'm living longer
There's less insomnia and stress
Not too rebellious
Today I strictly live by all the rules I set
And now we harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
And we as children
Imagine perfect lives ahead
What do you know that I don't know
You need a better car to make you valid than you are
Vulnerable, all my logic's wrong at night
I dream abortion
Waste eight hours, taking hours from my life
And now we harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
And now we harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
This rooms dimensions
I know them off by heart by now
I dream abortion
Waste eight hours, taking hours from my life
We harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
We harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
We harbour regret
For taking sweets from childrens hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late
What It's Like To Be Hated
I had to sing this for me
Watch myself pilloried
Ugly, scruffy, no one
But then I guess that you knew
Nasty, bitter, enraged
A nice polite English way
Full circle, desensitised
I'm right back where I began
Hated, broken
The dead flowers reject
Sad glaucoma in mist
Injustice wells up in me
We are shit and refuse
Hated, broken
It's what it's like to be hated
I am afflicted and ill
It's what it's like to be hated
I wrote this song for myself
We are shit and refuse
To wallow in rejection
My will is shattered again
My leeches, parasite friends
No mans an island they said
I breathe my solitary air
Explain myself to no one
Beautiful, sad solitude
Hated, broken
Learn to ignore all the slurs
You can get used to all things
Hated, broken
It's what it's like to be hated
I am afflicted and ill
It's what it's like to be hated
I wrote this song for myself
Piss in the face of the sick
Unjust vendetta's uncool
Unjust, unwanted, reject
Uninformed, understood
A silence broken my will
Afflicted, shattered and sick
Popularity stakes, overrated you said
Isolation you feel, like a utopian state
To be this liked is to be suffocated you said
Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude you can bare
Disturbed, unwanted at birth, the fucking joke that we are
I've never had any friends, could be a sweet suicide
A fucking homo in flesh, too weak to protest
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