Sunday 17 June 2012

The epilectic fool

I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool

Hear the countdown to your departure
it's a flight, they're calling you're name
no wonder you got no rapture
just let someone else get the blame

Thirty seconds and you're on the ground
when the fall kills the bruises
and you head down to the dead-end trail
of your life, such a mysterious fail.


I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool


There will still be light
wherever you go, wherever you are,
it will burn you alive
and dissolve your body to tears.

Because that intermittent shine
will always trigger your mind
you will always be drained
and I will never be kind.


I'm nothing but an epileptic fool
drowning in blood and drool


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