Disco Dragon
04-24-2005, 10:42 PM
Mortuary silence singing dreams inside the dead
They’ve got the lungs but not the pulse to tell us what is on their minds
It’s just a shame that bodies have to leave their souls
Boundless in their final gamble
They’re willing to bet the farm
And buy it
Hardly grasping for the words
My voice is raspy
Some might say absurd
But I indulge my tongue
My ego’s swelling large
So is my hard-on to be heard
Offering up eulogies and apologies
To anyone who stops staring at that man in the casket
Turn your focus to me please
Why take the time to grieve amongst the flowers
It makes me sick to smell death in the middle of a fragrant garden
Look into the light
And tell me you’re not being blinded by it
Speak into the microphone
Your voice is getting harder to hear
Oh dear, I fear our lives have finally ended
As the music plays their attention fades
Can we go and pay our sadness somewhere else?
I don’t want to hold this candle anymore
Hopefully he’s not afraid of the dark
But I think I’ll stay for a while
Holding back a smile
They say it’s disrespectful to laugh at a corpse
Look into the light
And tell me you’re not breathing
I’ll tell you you’re not trying hard enough
So wake up and quit your faking
This trickery is so painstaking
It hurts like the knife they said slit your throat
But I think it wound up in my back instead
They’ve got the lungs but not the pulse to tell us what is on their minds
It’s just a shame that bodies have to leave their souls
Boundless in their final gamble
They’re willing to bet the farm
And buy it
Hardly grasping for the words
My voice is raspy
Some might say absurd
But I indulge my tongue
My ego’s swelling large
So is my hard-on to be heard
Offering up eulogies and apologies
To anyone who stops staring at that man in the casket
Turn your focus to me please
Why take the time to grieve amongst the flowers
It makes me sick to smell death in the middle of a fragrant garden
Look into the light
And tell me you’re not being blinded by it
Speak into the microphone
Your voice is getting harder to hear
Oh dear, I fear our lives have finally ended
As the music plays their attention fades
Can we go and pay our sadness somewhere else?
I don’t want to hold this candle anymore
Hopefully he’s not afraid of the dark
But I think I’ll stay for a while
Holding back a smile
They say it’s disrespectful to laugh at a corpse
Look into the light
And tell me you’re not breathing
I’ll tell you you’re not trying hard enough
So wake up and quit your faking
This trickery is so painstaking
It hurts like the knife they said slit your throat
But I think it wound up in my back instead