it
always be a rubbish day
When my night time companion
has been cavoisier
As if to release me from the
shackles of my sins
With the shouting of the codes,
the rattling of the bends
Why must my equilibrium
be challenged so
When I'm barely at my best,
I've got so far to go
Can I be carried up with
the winds of the world
And not hop and then shuck,
block and force her from her pearl
The cogs of the clockwork spin
Regardless of the mess that I'm in
The cogs of the clockwork chain
Oblivious to the rain that
I'm burning
I'm burn ing
What a freak do cyclists
shout at each other
As I'm hiding with my lids
underneath the
covers?
Seals on their backs,
it ain't the fuckin'
Tudor
France
While the skeins in my brain's
the same thought as death
The cogs of the clockwork spin
Regardless of the mess that I'm in
The cogs of the clockwork churn
Oblivious to rape that I'm burn in'
Yeah, I'm burnin'
Yeah!
Blackened heart, rubbish,
resistance, dreads
Heart beat and the feeling of my heads
Flowing down the barge through
the rapids of the trash
Time to unmask and unkid all
of the trash
Oh, I know there's work to be done
While my shoulders to the reeds,
hold to the gun
The world's on its axis, just like a top I'm spinning in my grave,
won't you please let it stop?