It's only once you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup and a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
And a hooked bone rising from my food
All things good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five
They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And his ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And its body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
And I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death a while
And anyway I never lied.
*(MUSIC GOES CRAZY HERE AAARRRGGGHH HOT!!!!!!!!!)*
My good hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that blood!!!!
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I hope
To be done with all this consequence up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth!
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I hope
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof!
And I'm not afraid...but I'm afraid I told a lie.
gosh I love this song. Eh today was a bit of a waste of time. Travelled to Chermside to get my RSA but was unable to locate the place I needed to go, receiving several different versions of directions lol. Eh, it's all good. Strangely though, yet again, I found myself getting paranoid and very worried at the thought that I was there for nothing. Like I was sure that I had to be there for some REASON, and I was just waiting for that something to happen...Well it was strange and I thought that it was behind me but I suppose not. Relapse, fall apart and start again. Nothing left to lose. The trick is to keep breathing...
Damn you! Your'e so fucked up and alone! You take me, you take EVERYONE!
Yeah sorry, TRP interrupted my flow of writing. I think that was about all I needed to say though. I've felt incredibly sick from the heat the past week it's not been fun. So much to do and I procrastinate by doing -nothing-. I've been dreaming of the same place all week though. It doesn't even exist as far as I know. It's a place I live in my dreams though, a little flat above a club/shopping centre type place. And often other people are there too, but not in my flat. They're all downstairs in the club or at the shops. And if I'm there, they look right through me.
So, who's gonna be the one that crashes and burns? I think it will probably be you.
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup and a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
And a hooked bone rising from my food
All things good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die
Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog.
The walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I tattooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five
They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
And his ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And its body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
And I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death a while
And anyway I never lied.
*(MUSIC GOES CRAZY HERE AAARRRGGGHH HOT!!!!!!!!!)*
My good hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that's G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that blood!!!!
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I hope
To be done with all this consequence up of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth!
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I hope
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof!
And I'm not afraid...but I'm afraid I told a lie.
gosh I love this song. Eh today was a bit of a waste of time. Travelled to Chermside to get my RSA but was unable to locate the place I needed to go, receiving several different versions of directions lol. Eh, it's all good. Strangely though, yet again, I found myself getting paranoid and very worried at the thought that I was there for nothing. Like I was sure that I had to be there for some REASON, and I was just waiting for that something to happen...Well it was strange and I thought that it was behind me but I suppose not. Relapse, fall apart and start again. Nothing left to lose. The trick is to keep breathing...
Damn you! Your'e so fucked up and alone! You take me, you take EVERYONE!
Yeah sorry, TRP interrupted my flow of writing. I think that was about all I needed to say though. I've felt incredibly sick from the heat the past week it's not been fun. So much to do and I procrastinate by doing -nothing-. I've been dreaming of the same place all week though. It doesn't even exist as far as I know. It's a place I live in my dreams though, a little flat above a club/shopping centre type place. And often other people are there too, but not in my flat. They're all downstairs in the club or at the shops. And if I'm there, they look right through me.
So, who's gonna be the one that crashes and burns? I think it will probably be you.