Lyrics Our Lesions - Street Sects
Hung
beneath
the
lurid
glare
of
ruined
dreams
Raw
conceit
dressed
in
flesh
and
human
heat
Another
broken
clock
well
cleaned
A
future
of
self
prescribed
irrelevance
The
color
of
debt
and
subjugation
Hard
time
A
bottomless
well
of
wishes
unfulfilled
A
semi-erect,
neglected
pawn
Living
in
guilt,
regret
and
negligence
Dying
face
down
on
a
soiled
mattress
Same
four
grey
walls
Spinning
Do
we
seem
miserable?
How
should
we
feel?
When
their
fat
hands
Keep
reaching
out
to
take
what's
ours
They
want
us
to
like
it
Our
black
hole
Settle
in
and
get
sucked
down
Celebrate
our
decline
With
closed
eyes
Suspicion
and
fear
decide
our
moral
code
While
faith
in
ourselves
flickers
out
Assuming
the
worst
is
always
preferable
To
giving
the
benefit
of
doubt
The
devil
we
know,
the
devil
in
our
hearts
The
lover
we
hide
from
all
our
friends
The
secret
we
keep
until
our
dying
hour
The
terminal
hope
that
we
refuse
to
let
go
of...
That
there
is
more
Beyond
death
There
is
love
But
the
pain
just
gets
worse
as
you
age
You'd
better
get
used
to
its
claim
On
your
dwindling
remainder
of
days
You'll
put
a
face
to
the
name
Of
the
phantom
that
drove
you
insane
She
waits
patiently
to
take
you
away
But
every
once
in
a
while
The
list
of
mistakes
you've
compiled
Seems
irrelevant
and
slips
from
your
mind
And
in
those
moments
the
weight
Holding
you
down
shifts
away
And
with
the
pressure
removed
you
can
Almost
see
who
you
thought
you
would
be
Far
removed
from
the
body
and
mind
You
reluctantly
still
occupy
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