There's nothing sadder than staring out a window feeling empty
lyrics
Visiting the salt mines behind the vision
Briny eyes from a bad decision
Too much time, bring out the dead
Sleeping in a coffin located in my head
And all the mopes say
"Ain't you got anything? Anything for me?"
And all the dopes say
"Ain't you got anything? Anything for free?"
Watching "The Beyond', sweating in my bed
The nails turn red, they turn red inside my head
Trying to relive the smells of the 70's
Reminisce the poison of ancient tragedies
You brine the chicken in the bowl
You lose connection to your soul
You brine the chicken in the bowl
You look out the window and see how the world falls
You lost your balls
Visiting the salt mines behind the vision
Briny eyes from a bad decision
Watching "The Beyond', sweating in my bed
The nails turn red, they turn red inside my head
You brine the chicken in the bowl
You lose connection to your soul
You brine the chicken in the bowl
You look out the window and see how the world cuts
You lost your guts
credits
from Suppressed Mirth,
released March 9, 2023
Lyrics: Coleman Music: Barousse, Coleman, Hamilton
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