Shaolin Death Squad - Waiting To Disintegrate

A complication on the right side of my head
A small incision shortly after I am dead
Manic depression slowly draining from my bed
Still complications on the right side of my head

Your blank smile
My blank smile
Your blank smile

You piss me off, when I am feeling fine.
You knock me down, when I am feeling high.

A complication on the right side of my head
Alcohol will not even begin to kick in
I won’t let depression creep back into my bed
That small incision closed up, because I am not dead.

There’s something that I wanted to say to you,
but it’s something that you wouldn’t do.
(you) said there’s something that you wanted to say to me too,
but it’s something that I wouldn’t do for you.

You wouldn’t know! Открыть страницу с текстом

If I kill one innocent person, to save twenty or more…
…will I be a hero in your heaven, if I die to praise a lord?

I can perfect my Elvis Presley lip-curl
While I’m staring at the whole wide world
And I’m reporting to no one
Being the subversive is so much fun

I wonder what it’s like killing non- combatants,
There is no such thing as a surgical strike
Whatever happens, happens.
Maybe it will happen tonight.

Is this just a justification?
Does testosterone make you serious?
Did I just give myself instructions to go numb and be furious?

I’m about a quart low on milk of amnesia.
It’s getting harder to be martyr.

I’ve got violence running hot
I’ve got violence running cold
Whatever happens, happens,

What's your definition of innocence?

words by Mark Eudy Открыть страницу с текстом

I decided to wake up again today, in hoping that today would be better than yesterday…what are the chances of that?

Woke up early today, in hoping I could get a cup of coffee to start my day…mmm mmm good!!!!!
Traffic is slow today, but how I want my cup of coffee to start my day…I’m don’t care if they see I’m late.

I’ll just make up a story.
I’ll say “my stomach hurt.” and “I am sorry.”
“if you fire me, I’ll understand, but I love my job and you are my friend.”
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…and I’d be fine!
Oh, how can I let them know,
That my honesty is not a show?.
Oh, day after day after day
Such monotonous redundancy .
How much more can I take? ‘Cause i…
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…I would not be late!!
GOOD MOURNING!!

Twelve o’clock is almost here. It’s been coming at the same time for nearly thirty years…now it’s almost time for my lunch break!!

Oh, how can I let them know,
That my honesty is not a show?.
Oh, day after day after day
Such monotonous redundancy .
Woke up early in the morning just to get a cup of coffee, hoping every thing would be alright…and I’d get laid.
I’d get laid off.
Time to hit the road again. I’m going home to see all of my beautiful friends. My smile’s big and brown!
Thought I was in control and almost home, driving fast only to hit the brakes.

My body struggles to awake, as my airbag starts to deflate. Открыть страницу с текстом

Take a look at this place where I stand,
Sucking life inside out……from my hand
Appointing a person to be a friend…
They become more than that, then even less.

She (he) stepped in the way and took chance…and she (he) lost.
Confused, she (he) scratches her(his) head and starts to smell how she’s (he’s)
rotting away…oh, so quickly.

Ciao, ch ch ciao, ch ch chuh caio ch, ch, ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahhh ahh

Lovers sulking on the wrong side of the road,
but they can’t hold hand ‘cause they have to hold their own…
…big bloody heads getting smaller with every drop of tear,
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Chase me
Hunt me
You can’t catch me anymore
You teach me how to fight
You keep me warm at night
Till I go back into the forest
After all those mealy biscuits

Wait!…am I?

Curse me
Erase me
You won’t catch me anymore

Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya, ya ya-ya e-ya-e-ya

WAIT!!

Terminal cancer
Makes you free
The empty answer
Such a joke to me
I am going to be
A very late bloomer
I am going to be
A bumper crop kinda farmer
Never fear
Working for the extras
Right here
In the ruins of Texas, yeah Texas
Slowly going crazy
Living on survival food
Squeezing the rest of my life,
Lacking all embrace,
Out of a Mylar tube

Ya ya-ya ya-ya ya-ya ya, ya ya-ya e-ya-e-ya

Wait…am I?
Wait…am I…

Waiting to disintegrate?
Waiting to disintegrate.

Waiting to disintegrate.

words by Mark Eudy Открыть страницу с текстом