Beau (US) - Drown The Wakeful Anguish Of The Soul lyrics

"DROWN THE WAKEFUL ANGUISH OF THE SOUL," YOU SAY WITH A THING FOR QUOTING KEATS AND SONGS OF HELL PUT IN YOUR MOUTH JUST LIKE A MAGIC WAND HOW IT TAKES US TO THE MOMENT WHEN WE FELL YOUR PALE BLUE-YELLOW EYES THAT TELL ME LIES AS LONG AS CALIFORNIA DAYS SAY CAN WE PUSH IT, CAN WE PUSH IT TO THE PEAK AND I SAY MOTHER, MOTHER MAY WE DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT THERE'S BEEN A BREACH IN THE SECURITY THIS I KNOW BY THAT KNOCK ON THE DOOR WE'VE COME FROM THE DEED, THEY SAY WE'VE DONE AS YOU PLEASE, NOW MAY WE PLEASE GET FASTENED TO THE TANK TO BREATHE NOW WON'T YOU TIE THIS KNOT HERE'S A SYRINGE SO BLEED AND DISCUSS WHY WE WERE THRUST INTO THIS DREAM-LIKE WORLD AND FREEDOM WHEN YOU LET GO OF YOUR WORLD TO THE OTHER SIDE YOU SAY THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE AND THIS IS NOT MY WIFE DRINK IT FROM THE LEFT CUP THE CHALICE ONLY JESUS WOULD PICK AND MALICE IN THE TIME BEFORE WE STEP UP WHEN WE ASCEND WILL BE FORGOTTEN LIKE THE WRITING OF A PEN AND LOVERS I WAS THROWN AND AS I FELL AS I FELL I FLOATED THROUGH THE ESSENCE AND THE YEARS WHEN ONE COUNTS ONE REALLY IS NOT COUNTING BUT RATHER'S AWARE OF HIS AWaRENESS WHICH IS COUNTING THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT THEN I WOKE UP IN ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL, ANOTHER HOTEL LIKE A BELL PASSAGES AND ROOMS LEADING TO PASSAGES AND ROOMS WITH NO MIRRORS NO WINDOWS NO DOORS LIKE A TOMB THERE'S NO EXIT FROM THIS PLACE ONLY TIME AND ONLY SPACE FOR US TO TALK AWAY THIS TIMELESS TRIP WHICH NEVER ENDS SO LET'S GET ON WITH IT (THE ONLY MIRROR IN THIS LITTLE OLD SHOE IS BROKE UPON THE FLOOR AMID SOME PILLS THAT WERE STREWN WHAT'S MORE THE GLASS YOU TRACED UPON YOUR FACE IN A LAPSE OF SANITY GOES WELL WITH YOUR PALE EYES THAT ARE TRAPPED AND TOGETHER IN A SPELL DETACHING JUST LIKE WHEN WE FELL PERHAPS WE CAN ESCAPE THESE TIME-CUFFED HANDS OF HELL AND HOURS SPENT AS DADAISTIC FLASHES SO SUGGEST THE LAST OF ALL SOLITAIRES, MY LAST HAPPINESS)