Mannella
11/11/07, 01:13 PM
I've got another confession to make,
before my music dies and all hell breaks loose.
Heaven and hell are and urban myth.
As far as I am concerned, the glory days are old,
My friend, I'm no fool, I'm tired and needing something new.
But the days are cold and the nights are rude.
I can't bring myself to open my eyes,
all I can do is admit my old disguise.
The man on the middle cross is dead,
and that's all I can comprehend.
Everything is arbitrary. Everything.
My business card has lost written all over it.
Lost from him, and lost from you.
I'll take my jacket from the hook,
and walk up the hill by myself.
Religion is dead.
Nothing I can do.
The spirit doesn't decide, and neither do you.
I wish it wasn't true, I wish the sky was blue.
Modest Mouse could be Jesus, for all I know.
But then, all they can do,
is talk shit about a pretty sunset.
before my music dies and all hell breaks loose.
Heaven and hell are and urban myth.
As far as I am concerned, the glory days are old,
My friend, I'm no fool, I'm tired and needing something new.
But the days are cold and the nights are rude.
I can't bring myself to open my eyes,
all I can do is admit my old disguise.
The man on the middle cross is dead,
and that's all I can comprehend.
Everything is arbitrary. Everything.
My business card has lost written all over it.
Lost from him, and lost from you.
I'll take my jacket from the hook,
and walk up the hill by myself.
Religion is dead.
Nothing I can do.
The spirit doesn't decide, and neither do you.
I wish it wasn't true, I wish the sky was blue.
Modest Mouse could be Jesus, for all I know.
But then, all they can do,
is talk shit about a pretty sunset.