I built myself up then I fell right off,
And I did with the characteristic passion of a Karamazov.
I don’t know where I get these ideas, but they fill up the room.
They must be born of a mutilated peasant womb.
They stampede and conquer my days. At night they melt down my walls.
I don’t dare to leave, because I know they’re apt to ambush the halls.
They may come quiet, but they build to thunder.
They spike their wagon wheels and throw me right under.
There I lay trapped and beaten. A born winner, dead and defeated.
I never stood a chance against the poisonous egg and *****
The things I want to want I never do desire.
I burn to be the light, but only ever play with fire
This time I flew too close. A moth-brain in my head,
I simply took a nap, and that killed my father dead.
Am I guilty if I wanted him to die?
Am I guilty if I sleep well tonight?
Am I guilty for an averted eye?
Am I guilty though I never told a lie?
Am I guilty if I didn’t pull the trigger?
What God could ever die for this sinner?
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
I built myself up then I fell right off,
And I did with the characteristic passion of a Karamazov.
I don’t know where I get these ideas, but they fill up the room.
They must be born of a mutilated peasant womb.
They stampede and conquer my days. At night they melt down my walls.
I don’t dare to leave, because I know they’re apt to ambush the halls.
They may come quiet, but they build to thunder.
They spike their wagon wheels and throw me right under.
There I lay trapped and beaten. A born winner, dead and defeated.
I never stood a chance against the poisonous egg and *****
The things I want to want I never do desire.
I burn to be the light, but only ever play with fire
This time I flew too close. A moth-brain in my head,
I simply took a nap, and that killed my father dead.
Am I guilty if I wanted him to die?
Am I guilty if I sleep well tonight?
Am I guilty for an averted eye?
Am I guilty though I never told a lie?
Am I guilty if I didn’t pull the trigger?
What God could ever die for this sinner?
June 2014, song lyrics
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