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hermitofthewoods - moving day كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i remember the first of may – words were flames
on the worst of days jouer la m-rs-illaise
aujourd’hui c’est le jour que je tombe de la tour
j’ai perdu tous, mon fils et mon amour
but i wanted more and there was only war
door to door, from the fourth
to the psych ward on the eighth floor
my reward is desolation
– signed on the dotted line: confirmation
erase it all because the vitriol is just a bit too small
to keep the nerves calm she dropped the bomb
and then i packed up all the shrapnel
moved my sh-t to the center of the capital
now everybody sees me as a threat
i haven’t even caught my breath yet
boxes loaded, old roads corroded
got a place to go, but today i’m feeling homeless
n-body is gonna give me change
there’s more than the furniture to rearrange
but then i’m feeling strange
like maybe this is for the better
sever the strings; get on with things, whatever
but even on the darkest nights when i can’t see the lights something tells me this ain’t right
i don’t believe in the afterlife

[verse 2]
i remember december because the last day of november
i suspended the pretentious adventures that i’d entered
we ventured back, having p-ssed through black holes
pack the studios and bag up all the clothes
unmasked, exposed, the elastic roles
snapped like drum tracks – keep the casket closed
no one needs to see the corpse, divorce is disfiguring
the impact of the free fall i’ve been living in
left me destroyed and bruised – with everything to lose
i’ve broken all the rules that weren’t clearly stated
how can i be rehabilitated? maybe i can’t
but i’ll try until i die again to do-do-do that dance
eat the leviathan
this may be the second coming
or maybe i’m just trying to feel something
can’t tell if i’m alive or dead
because the shots to the head and the hearts bled red
and all the words that were said then, fed up in the end
made me get up and pretend
that she wasn’t my best friend
but what drips from the lips of liars?
is mike mcguire the mic messiah?
is it time to retire these tired poems?
let’s take it slow. i’m coming home

[verse 3]
i remember the first of june i was singing tunes
live at the blue moon – imf crew
show and prove – i’ve got to do what any man has got to do
but i have no home to return to
so the road feels cold old fears take hold
i sold my soul for the science many years ago
i’m exposed and the loads are getting heavy
running through the jungle with my life and a machete
i rock steady in a petri dish
to validate the chemistry of sneakiness
i was brought back to practice black magic
acts of witchcraft and p-ssion in the attic
blaow!! how ya like me now?
you feel the b-ss in your face every time i’m loud
but i don’t want to be around here rattling chains
i need to get out and reclaim my name
migraine intensity every time they mention me
trapped in a cage – it’s been the same since the 70s
they sentenced me to barrack and ravine
embarr-ssed of the scene, duck down, get free
this town’s diseased and now there’s nothing new to say
i know it too well and still lose my way
i’ve loved you all, but i can’t stay
one last time… it’s moving day

- hermitofthewoods

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