Thistle

歌詞

I guess I don't know who is to blame. What could I do? What could I do with no heart, no pain? To the abyss went all of your dreams You let 'em go You let 'em be something else Dissolved in the cesspit of your being You were never gonna' be freed 'Cause the pig man's big Put that money deep in your pocket Sleep with the light on Kept your thief on a tight leash Street after street he lurked at a distance Feet were consistent Crept with the swag of a piston The disciple with no resistance Infected with thoughtless conviction But that doesn't mean you wouldn't ask a favor... You'd been trapped all in that room It took two years pay your way out I know people can change But you'll never find me Still spouting that same fucking bullshit I've the last line! It keeps me believing That I was chosen from the Bleak Beyond To partake in the greatest experiment The world of science has ever seen! I let an angel pick me up It made me walk the line I let it reach into my soul to extract the one thing I never had the confidence to notice I guess I don't know who is to blame What could I do? What could I do with no heart, no pain? To the abyss went all of your dreams You let 'em go You let 'em be something else Dissolved in the cesspit of your being What's inside's outside I ran the tests until I got it fucking right! You're the type of man who keeps his shoes polished bright You made us stray from the path To abandon our posts Steep was the slope you had cherished the most But you still don't get it... So, that's why you lie here with a buzz saw in your skull You'll never be freed! You're a big, pig man Got so much money in your pocket Talked a whole lot of shit for a man of elegance You always kept it clean You had a pistol just for me On the chance that you escaped To tell the world what you have seen They'll never know just what it means to be this great! But this is the end of the fucking line, bitch! I guess I don't know who is to blame What could I do? What could I do with no heart, no pain? To the abyss went all of your dreams You let 'em go You let 'em be something else Dissolved in the cesspit of your being How long?