At Night...
from The Consequences Of Being Frank by Loser
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lyrics
the tide has brought the garbage back on the shore
the morning light just seems to make my eyes sore
suburban blight and hunting of the truth
searching in the same old places for a trace of my life
forever lost in a dream
of what is right and wrong and dreading time
for day to end and night to haunt me once again
forever lost in a dream
a labyrinth of beasts, terror at night
and deadly pills to keep your mind
unhealthily subdued
the fridge is open, come out slice of lard
reach in my pocket, unlimited credit card
labeled wrong, examined in every part
for the crime of following my own truth
soaring out through the haze
its been me against the world for quite some time
so passing out seems like a cure, for all my problems
soaring out through the haze
flailing blind and dreaming of the light
with tears dripping from my eyes
now what can i say,
go list me MIA, as there is no outcome worth of all my time
i'm sick and tired of all these lies
the lies i grew up to
the lies we've built together
and together is forever, i recall you saying once in a blue moon
now silence disproves you, and all i do is dance
at night i dreamt me a dream
it was the sweetest one i had in a long time
and even though i must be mad
at night i dreamt me a dream
in the end of the tunnel i saw a light
i’ll hold the torch high till the end
the dreaded end
the morning light just seems to make my eyes sore
suburban blight and hunting of the truth
searching in the same old places for a trace of my life
forever lost in a dream
of what is right and wrong and dreading time
for day to end and night to haunt me once again
forever lost in a dream
a labyrinth of beasts, terror at night
and deadly pills to keep your mind
unhealthily subdued
the fridge is open, come out slice of lard
reach in my pocket, unlimited credit card
labeled wrong, examined in every part
for the crime of following my own truth
soaring out through the haze
its been me against the world for quite some time
so passing out seems like a cure, for all my problems
soaring out through the haze
flailing blind and dreaming of the light
with tears dripping from my eyes
now what can i say,
go list me MIA, as there is no outcome worth of all my time
i'm sick and tired of all these lies
the lies i grew up to
the lies we've built together
and together is forever, i recall you saying once in a blue moon
now silence disproves you, and all i do is dance
at night i dreamt me a dream
it was the sweetest one i had in a long time
and even though i must be mad
at night i dreamt me a dream
in the end of the tunnel i saw a light
i’ll hold the torch high till the end
the dreaded end
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from The Consequences Of Being Frank,
released June 23, 2015
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