The Corpses of Our Motivations

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Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home Dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone I'm a grown-up, I've thrown up all these feelings lots before You're sitting in the park while I'm staring at the door Enough self mutilation, I'm waterlogged and choked A hundred beers, another week ensconced in yellow smoke I'm no devil, I just have these demons keeping me awake Pushing on my go-leg, laughing at cut brakes The corpse of my motivation hangs In the closet next to skeletons and bloody vampire fangs Sleep all day, drink your life away It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass Rotting under yellow growing grass Five in the chamber and I'm flying through the air I've tied my blindfold tightly, I'm cutting my hair I'm a bullet, a target, I'm drenched in splattered blood I learned my lesson one time, but once isn't enough So dry your hands, wash 'em clean, wash 'em clean of me Wave your victor's flag o'er your pile of debris Cause when you die like a hero, you live like a slave I'd rather die to see it change than live and watch it stay the same The corpses of our motivations hanging On the gallows, overripe with shit like colostomy bags Sleep all day, drink your life away It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass Rotting under yellow growing grass There's a party in the woods, and a dance in city streets And a rumble down the avenue, fifty thousand stomping feet And the fire's getting high, igniting sweaty powdered brows And if he hasn't saved you yet, he isn't gonna save you now Sleep all day, drink your life away It's another step closer to the comfort of the grave This coffin's full of nails, rails and pipe and glass Rotting under yellow growing grass And you're more beautiful than you were on the day that we first met My angel of the not yet buried dead