Song Length |
2:43 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Condiments
Madness, madness I wish I never had this
I mumble to myself
I stutter, I cover it up with sadness
But it's a state of mind I wish I left behind
But now I'm tryin just to build a wall around this
Cause time flies when ya get by
No escape from the mind's eye
I bide time just to rationalize
I stimulate it, recreate it, slip a lie by the big guy
And here we sit
Around the churches
And here we sit
Out by the lovely debris
Stable, able accommodate the labels
I'm creepin like a demon
Sleepin like an angel
Ya can't shed it so ya might as well bed it
If ya can't fuckin wed it than yer gonna regret it
Force-feed the brain
Fatten up the mind-frame
Create an area and let another carry ya
If ya let yer mind getcha man it's gonna fuckin bury ya
And here we sit
Around the churches
And here we sit
Out by the lovely debris
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