ist - Freudian Corduroy - Released 2003
Dust
I returned, the brightness burned, I thought I had been beat
My spark of life had died inside, no words now left to speak
People talk of baring scars, I'm pain incarnate
Bring me to justice for her crimes, save her from her fate
Don't take her… No, not her
Don't take her… No, not her
The change of pace, her now stern face, the loss of half my life
The syncopated taunts of need and want have siphoned off my pride
The marching beat falls to its knees, the only rhythm's in your head
You are curled, hid from the world, as we lay on the bed
Don't take her… No, not her
Don't take her… No, not her
You've taken her… No, not her
You've taken her… No, not her
These are lonely days with you
The distance in your eyes rings true
And still I clutch your dying dream
Where you can't stand, I can't succeed
The plaster mold of you and I
No longer fits this lingering lie
It's taken all the strength from us
To keep this sentiment from…
Dust
Reality bites like a step outside, on a cold November day
The teeth sink in, spearing my skin, I drop my weight with grace
The bitch head pure pinned to the floor, my arm still clamped in jaws
Ironic stance of a doctored chance, the dirtiest of whores
Don't take her… No, not her
Don't take her… No, not her
You've taken her… No, not her
You've taken her… No, not her
(c) 2003 ist
Lyrics: Ilett Music: ist
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