16 - Born on a Barstool
Outside in the night air, we'll sit on the curb and look down the hill at the streetlightsWe've got nothing to do, and no one else to become, we can look past what we thought was real
She looks over at me and whispers, raise your glass, all things pass
Slowly bleeding, me
I am the poison
I am the rot
The very instant
Your heart stops
Desolate and despair
Still gasping for air
Inside the DNA
With false security
Raise your glass, all things pass
I was born on a barstool, I was born with a drink
Should we order more?
Go to the goddamn store
I forget the address
Just look at the twisted mess
Through the grates and the sewer lines
Through reptiles' mind
In the modern land
Ripped from the virgin hands
I'm erasing the memories
Hard enough to know why
Premonition the lens, to end your early life
I forget the address
Just look at the twisted mess
Desolate and despair
Still gasping for air
Inside the DNA
With false security
Raise your glass, all things pass
I was born on a barstool, I was born with a drink
I'm erasing the memories
Hard enough to know why
Premonition the lens, to end your early life
I wake up alone if I wake up at all
I'm erasing the memories
Hard enough to know why
Premonition the lens, to end your early life
Raise your glass, all things pass
Slowly Bleeding, me
Written by:
ALEXANDER SHUSTER, ROBERT FERRY
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