And I’m sure you know That he remembers it all So our gift is this, it can die between us. And when he brings the children to the stage Tell me do you feel ashamed? “Maybe we’re the same.” So criticise after dinner Low and behold, our villain lives on He continues defiantly down that lonely road.
After all we went through, my final foe seems to be you Just cause there’s things you never knew Don’t make the things you say true The gift I get to bear Is the vacuumous cycle I wear Punctuated by hollow joys And self-deprecating despair Chalk it all up It would appear to be a loss And sure as shit no one’s helping you off your cross Seems to me what I learn As I lean into this perpetual turn, Is that inertia, inertia eludes And that this cycle Is in fact a spiral Dare we dream of ascending? Best believe that we’ll be reborn And when that day comes We pray that you won’t get burned Cause we take no pleasure In putting spears in things that are spurned, Even the ones that have done me wrong Maybe those tall tales won’t keep you warm Then again, I’m sure that old try-hard pop star will.
But it ain’t buying in to any alibi And my gift now you’re gone Is that you’re free to be wrong While my pregnant pause It goes on and on and on Sick of being pricked by you I became a hedgehog too But I grew tired of all the blood that we drew And so I turned Into a worm “Heidegger.” I swallowed my pride, but I choked on my pain, realised These creatures can’t co-exist though they’re fundamentally the same. Watson’s Vicious An album The Return With my tail between my legs It’s as good a place as any to start So let me in your heart Cause I’m not lucky and I’m not nimble, I’m trying to be generous So baby, don’t be vengeful The magic we now hide is encrusted with lies.
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