Welles Lyrics
In the holes where his eyes go all black
As he limps across the floor on his face
And his shoulders just roll down his back
And he dopes, and he slopes, its a waste
I am eating away at your life
Chewing through the black tar and pain
And the cold air is a horror against all the raw
As he's dragging that dead ball and chain
And he asks you how long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
All the crosses are inverted looming
And the dark is so familiar to me
And voices once brittle are booming, yeah
They're sewing up the terror in me
I have the coordinates, I am on my last voyage
Before I burn up in the space
We are all on our last legs and learning
And most of this trip was a waste
Oh, how long?
How long?
How long?
How long?
Before the white light fills my eyes
Before I'm bolted to the wall
Before I can face my old old home again
Before my tears the dust into shit
Before my stream is damned and they are just the darkness, the power, the building on the island
Before I board the ferry to the island
Before they tell me about the god damn island
Before I can name my tumor after my sister
Before my lungs can be mended
Before my reaction to the alternative
Before I can settle in the dust that I am
Before I'm allowed to pass
Before I board the commercial airliner
Before I explain that there's no one to blame and there's no fucking reason
Before I return to my anxious sweat bed
Before I can be dosed with the 2017 amount, reallocated and jaded and washed up and faded, fluorescent, pubescent, burning bright at both ends, both ends mind you
Both ends mind you
I'm on my last voyage
I am on my last voyage
I am my coordinates
I am on my last voyage
Before I burn up into space
We are all on our last legs and learning
And most of this trip was a waste
