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Chernobyl
05:55
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We float around, thinking we're no better today.
But the doctor thinks different and why wouldn't he tell the truth?
I guess it all boils down to his whitewashed ideas on proof....
We aim our guns at ghosts, for fun..
They took it better than most, fuck no..
It was graffiti at grand old Chernobyl..
That made it seem, so very, plausible.
Oceans of fire, waves burning bright,
The drowning in panic under suburban light.
Fields of dead cattle lends hate to the lie,
Sold forth by some cannibals that never ask why.
And there's no real comprehension here,
no clear pattern of thought.
And those that may know are always
so easily bought.
So sell yourself short but by the good bits back,
Stop that bullet flying and don't stray off the track.
Panda bears, porn-stars and cyano-bacteria,
Death labs with marketing to sell the hysteria.
And there's no real comprehension here,
no clear pattern of thought.
And those that may know are always
so easily bought.
But the curtain and the fall were designed to combine,
and live in holy union til the end of all time.
So who and what is an actor
to complain?
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Josephine
05:28
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Dement Me
05:10
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I jumped into the water
cause i didn't wanna be above the surface no more
and i held my breath for love of luck
i didn't wanna end up dying on cold hard floor
And i was submerged
and the feeling that i felt was that of some kind of paid for pure bliss
and how they doubted myself
self-doubted anything that could come along and fill my head so much better than this.
Then i was alone,
everything else just seemed to turn to gold and tarnish, fade a touch,
but i didn't care,
because by that point i just wasn't feeling, even breathing even fucking all that much,
Cause everything that i could
and would ever love,
was in my hands,
and was swirling, ever swirling through my ketamine mind
I don't know why i can't stop lucid dreaming
cause everything i see seems to be so permanent
when my so called soul is always so stuck in stone
it's things like these that will dement........ dement me
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