Buck 65 - The Suffering Machine lyrics

Black angel, carry me down Jacket and shoes, pistols and pens Poor boy feels like I ain't got no friends I wake up nervous, Sunday is gloomy Eyes on the sidewalk look right through me I hear myself breathing, trying to focus Goodbye Babylon, wandering hopeless The drifter, singing the lament of a non-tryer The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire I don't live anywhere Black angel, carry me down I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames The insanities, I remember all of their names Bottom of the barrel, it's no way how to be The cold and the silence beats the sh** out of me But the windows are wooden and I shouldn't complain I'll just keep digging until I'm good and insane Cobwebs and applecores, old ghosts and vestiges Woman at the desk says I got no messages I don't live anywhere Black angel, carry me down Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore The woman I love don't want me no more Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild Full grown man reduced to a weakling child Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrong-doing Challenging the calendars, and tempting the clocks Tree knocked over, inside an empty box I don't live anywhere Black angel, carry me down