كلمات The Arc Of Decent: Dancing in a Motel Just West of Lincoln

There's a gun on my pillow 'Cause I'm just ash and dust And all that you love, will be carried away There's a gun on my pillow I don't hear any saviors Knockin' on this yellow door I smell piss and heavy cleaner I hear fluorescent bulbs But I don't hear any saviors Either way I countdown the seconds Either Way When they find me in here Between twin double beds The blue smoke will hover Still round my head And they've seen this all before In a thousand different ways Another cry from the lonely Lost and afraid And outside the world moves on The world is just an ashtray Collecting what's used up There's no comfort in knowing It's filled to the top The world is just an ashtray I am distant thoughts and tiny secrets I am the drink in a word And out beyond the rail on highways I dreamed of love Please, please, oh I am immersed And love forgets And all that you love will be carried away