Dälek - Images Of .44 Casings lyrics

What clarity? you must be mistaken. This phrase came with incoherence and portrayed my ragged existence. In fits of paranoia I feel which parts are aching. Jagged life once more from mirrors shows vagrant While your three-piece mind is vacant This d?k bred in basement and asphalt pavements Playing pick-up with .44 casings. This d?k bred in basement and asphalt pavements Playing pick-up with .44 casings. Slow folds of moments trapped within clasped hands Thoughts beyond grasp of man Means one more night to drink 'ock One more sec my cell's unlocked I watched for days as his wrist fell Enthralled with all except the smell of decayed decadence Earth-soaked peasants reek a sweet life Mistaken blatant use of profane gestures Suggesting once really cared. Verses once in pairs now seem like ancient etchings on cave walls I breath deep.... This air is fatal. Savor it. Bathe your seeds in it. Grim realities flourish into valleys While on desolate peaks souls speak to their shells Slow process... Eternity inhales Frail infrastructures are ruptured by infectious nature of ideas All played by ear And that Shady Individ who graced the rear has long since adhered to society ...Or has he? Shear blasphemy! I saw your lips mouth As I wiped my brow with Turin's shroud Turns heads mongst crowd Before Thelonius Monk I once bowed. It must have been a dream Para ti Sweet nothingness Love never cared The air smelt a clean nothing Bordering speckled life below Sweet sorrow Pretend there lie tomorrows with no ends Dripping ink tear from pens As gasping voices cry out at last Etchings of a past blurred by the movements of time As if rhyme itself came down and said, "Hello again, friend." But are you? "Yes, yes!!" in Dean phrase you are. The rest may not. Evil world, cruel evil world I hear your laugh I just never gave a f**.