tales from the crematorium

9th October 2010

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Companion v. 3.0: Mercy Verses

A. The World’s Most Beautiful Roadblock

Here I am again in the same place I’ve been before

I recognized the decor the second I opened the door

Somebody told me I was going elsewhere,

they led me up a huge hill but I didn’t find a house there.

What I did find was more of what I was running from

And I’ll admit in hindsight that I was fucking dumb.

I couldn’t tell my pistol from my hunting gun,

and I ran half-cocked into a paradise of dope and bloody gums.

Well I’m a cunning one, I planned a great escape as my saving grace

But I made a change of pace on a famous date

Her name was fate and I submitted without a fight,

she dug her way in deep and foiled my plans on independence night.

So now it’s back to the drawing board, but the lead snapped

just when I thought I had a moment to put my head back.

My path’s a telephone call that the feds tapped,

and she’s the undercover agent busting my meth lab.

But her appearance was a fortunate setback,

I had all my emotions covered up like a lens cap

F that, I’m not the type to keep it bottled up

My pen writes and blows through red lights like the throttle’s stuck.

And it’s not like I’m outta luck, my fortune’s just beginning

My head’s spinning from the way she always eases stress and keeps me grinning.

She’s the reason I aborted my retreat,

Botched my disappearing act, but failure never felt so damned sweet.

Life is a stampede, and it’s easy to get trampled

and these 23 years have only been a fuckin’ sample,

and existence is a game that you never get to practice.

I finally have a hand I can hold through the madness.

I had built the walls back up around my heart,

but when the real angel descended, she ripped them apart.

She took the sadness from the songs, repaired the damage done

and she’s dismantling everything that I was running from.