Dalek - Images Of .44 Casings lyrics

What clarity?

you must be mistaken.

This phrase came with incoherence and portrayed my ragged existence.

In fits of paranoia I feel which parts are aching.

Jagged life once more from mirrors shows vagrant

While your three-piece mind is vacant

This d�k bred in basement and asphalt pavements

Playing pick-up with .44 casings.

This d�k bred in basement and asphalt pavements

Playing pick-up with .44 casings.

Slow folds of moments trapped within clasped hands

Thoughts beyond grasp of man

Means one more night to drink 'ock

One more sec my cell's unlocked

I watched for days as his wrist fell

Enthralled with all except the smell of decayed decadence

Earth-soaked peasants reek a sweet life

Mistaken blatant use of profane gestures

Suggesting once really cared.

Verses once in pairs now seem like ancient etchings on cave walls

I breath deep.... This air is fatal.

Savor it.

Bathe your seeds in it.

Grim realities flourish into valleys

While on desolate peaks souls speak to their shells

Slow process... Eternity inhales

Frail infrastructures are ruptured by infectious nature of ideas

All played by ear

And that Shady Individ who graced the rear has long since adhered to society

...Or has he?

Shear blasphemy! I saw your lips mouth

As I wiped my brow with Turin's shroud

Turns heads mongst crowd

Before Thelonius Monk I once bowed.

It must have been a dream

 

Para ti

Sweet nothingness

Love never cared

The air smelt a clean nothing

Bordering speckled life below

Sweet sorrow

Pretend there lie tomorrows with no ends

Dripping ink tear from pens

As gasping voices cry out at last

Etchings of a past blurred by the movements of time

As if rhyme itself came down and said,

"Hello again, friend."

But are you?

"Yes, yes!!" in Dean phrase

you are.

The rest may not.

Evil world, cruel evil world

I hear your laugh

I just never gave a fuck.