Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Absinthe makes the heart grow weirder
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Madness makes the knife plunge deeper.
I poor the bleeding hearts of my yesteryear's
Down the drain and take joy in seeing them drown.
Where once there was a beating heart
Is now a mangled muscle bleeding for control.
I pick up the pieces and with a little glue,
I can contort them into what I've always wanted...
...which was only a little clarity for these old eyes
That cannot see a foot ahead, and traps lay this way.
And I fall into each one, a pit of depression, so dark
And callous the way it swallows me up like a hungry bum.
My ears dull out the sound of screaming fears.
I do not want to hear as they pull away at my mind.
I will pay in the end for these sins, ignorance is bliss
But a pistol is sweeter than the blackest kiss.
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Madness makes the knife plunge deeper.
I poor the bleeding hearts of my yesteryear's
Down the drain and take joy in seeing them drown.
Where once there was a beating heart
Is now a mangled muscle bleeding for control.
I pick up the pieces and with a little glue,
I can contort them into what I've always wanted...
...which was only a little clarity for these old eyes
That cannot see a foot ahead, and traps lay this way.
And I fall into each one, a pit of depression, so dark
And callous the way it swallows me up like a hungry bum.
My ears dull out the sound of screaming fears.
I do not want to hear as they pull away at my mind.
I will pay in the end for these sins, ignorance is bliss
But a pistol is sweeter than the blackest kiss.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow weirder
Absinthe makes the heart grow weirder
