Paroles de The Afterlife

Throw the phone hard at the wall And at once my muscles stall Slowly my mind cools and calms Decompressed and disengaged I put my pen to virgin page With each scratch I'm hauled away Through the slowest country dance To not knowing in advance Every impending detail So exploding with the news Cages rattled, looks confused Seems I might have gone too far My front door lies in splinters And barefoot in the winter My prayers are unsuccessful To a god that I can recall I could learn I could learn I could learn to keep my mouth shut I might learn I might learn I might learn to keep my mouth shut There's a pause before the howl And I'm well past feral now Liberated and joyous Curtains open, necks are craned Shady heads in burnt wood frames Then the rumble from within The insanity is catching As out of doors like hatchlings The people leave their houses In barely more than blouses This is fun This is fun It's the most fun I remember. This is fun This is fun It's the most fun I remember. (It's the fight It's the fight It's the fight that we are winning) x4