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Текст песни Sage Francis - Buckets of Silence

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Had I known then what I know nowHad I thought now what I knew then..I might still be human with all the little stupid fix-insAs I fix sins and vixens vick soulsStitch clothes for the characters they play then switch rolesNail me to the cross dressThe holy cloth costs lessI`d toss lessif I still had your soft breasts to rest my head onSince you`ve been goneI recalled my issues with problems and hatebut I can`t exactly remember the model or makeNow glass bottles break in my death gripI`m about to take the next quick exit and end this head tripMy bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, pillows and sheets,but I might have to peel off all my skin to remove your scent in order to sleepI had my highs and lowsWhen on top, I let you peek out over my noseSitting on my shoulders and I suppose if I had a backbone,you might still be hereMy skin is filthy..from my lows when you weren`t there. But to keep from feeling guiltyI collected the dirt...Kept it piling upNow Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears inside of a cupand he drinks. And he forgets that he`s an assholeJealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has a soulMy secret pleasures have my inner demons gossipingI`m a ghost writer for the horrorcore lyrics my personal mosters singI`m sitting in a strangers tub..with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the dangers of love. They get half of what I have to give...IF THATIt`s all about the packaging. They`re distracted by the gift rap. Predictable. Easy to manipulateThey`re foreshadow puppets and I`m waiting for their strings to break. The pillars that once held up my halfway house have been taken out.I`m in my last days now. There`s a change coming soon.I just want to crawl back into my mother`s wombI need a comfort zone,But obviously I need to find another homeTo call my own...and always return toand I want it to be youI sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and never sleep,creating memories to remember and then I forget to eat. Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old homewith puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone. I`d settle for one more goodbye kiss while I settle for lessI`m unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning settlementsInsulting my companions intelligence...conversing with baby talkPlaying with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought. Its the way we fought that made my blood bubble then turn cold,when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles down a dirt road.it left me so messyforget me..not I`ve got more mud to sling... Shot.

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