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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Grayson Dwiggins
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Lyrics
Like the empty cup they're pouring in
And "shit's boring" so they're bent like accordions
In fact their going mad and ornery
Push them to the back until their interacting orderly
The black sheep puzzle piece fit among misfits
Sink beneath abysses plea the fifth amid the mischief
I didn't say dismissed it's a brief intermission
So reap the benefits of bleeding fists and indecision
Finger prints or single bits of sentiment I'd dismiss it
In the trenches I couldn't lower my defenses
A sober mind was prison
I had to be the light beam enlightening a prism
It's sublime and a privilege to thrive and exist in
This time of division with divine intervention within it
Divine intervention within it
Sublime and a privilege...
Tie the noose and move in silence
And hide your eyelids and lie to you
Like there's nothing left to do
The violence will hide in you
Passive in a massacre of adolescent wreckage
A basket case with indigestion skipping breakfast
Bested by infections of a maniac depressed and
It's a blessing if these other fools can keep their food ingested
When I stepped in, swerved and made a round about the salad dressing
Cupboards covered with a potent stench - fowl aggression
Pressed in every step and every second I could count my blessings
And I thought I'd be asleep around eleven
Depressing their development while living the fast life
All hours of the night, howling like a bag pipe
Til' they crash like fragmented stalagmite
Or sediment of that kind blasted with a frag mine
Another indecisive soul prone to the gas light
Ignorance extended from a past life
In fact, they need acetaminophen to act right
Praying it's the last time
It's sublime and a privilege to thrive and exist in
This time of division with divine intervention within it
Divine intervention within it
Sublime and a privilege
Writer(s): John Dwiggins
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