Awful Lot

Explosion from the bottom of a well
Thin walls harsh winds
I tried to tap a deeper, brighter vein
But I’m back in old skin again
Pale stone
I am out of blood
Left in the chapel by a thousand other things I could’ve loved
But barely touched
We used to talk to God with acid on our tongues
We were divine when we were drunk
Before the world put out the fire and fed us crumbs
Chasing bended light
I went missing on the roads that wind through the corners of your eyes
Barbarians
Guard yourself with laughter, numb the meaning with the word
Barbarians
We tamper with a down machine but know it cannot work
Barbarians
We had such promise until we broke our promises. (X4)
Why can’t it be the year two thousand?
I want to live in the year two thousand
When I was dumb enough to truly believe
Why can’t it be the year two thousand?
I want to live in the year two thousand
When having nothing meant having everything
No one is taking my calls anymore
I can never get through
Acknowledge me you motherfuckers
I am cold and I’m blue
You savages
Barbarians