(Singing:)
Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
Grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming
Your body's been dying while your mind has been trying to make you
Picture a life where you'd kill for your lover
And a song in your head, the deaths of countless others
Will set up the lyrics for your symphony
That's where you'll find me
(Speaking:)
Something awful has happened here
This is so much worse than I ever could have imagined
I knew all along that this man should not have been released my care
Oh god, what's happened here
He's completely torn his entire apartment apart
The smell is overpowering, a fowl, pungent odor
Rotten food or... I don't know... Possibly something worse
But there's something else that's almost overpowering that...
I think it's a woman's perfume
Oh no, no..
I found the patient, he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
Completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale
It appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for weeks
The infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
There's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck
There's empty bottles everywhere of alcohol, medication...
My god the smell is sickening
There's blood coming from his mouth, nose, ears
He's not dead yet, but he's close
I failed, this is my fault
And somehow, he's smiling at me
I think he's whispering something
No, not just whispering, I think he's singing......
(Background singing:)
This is the end
This is death
Now, place your ear to my lips
Trace these notes with your fingertips
They dance alone on my last breath
This is the end
This is death
(Singing:)
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist (20x)
(someone call an ambulance, 'cause something's not right)
(the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything)
We were inseparable (6x)
Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
Grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming
Your body's been dying while your mind has been trying to make you
Picture a life where you'd kill for your lover
And a song in your head, the deaths of countless others
Will set up the lyrics for your symphony
That's where you'll find me
(Speaking:)
Something awful has happened here
This is so much worse than I ever could have imagined
I knew all along that this man should not have been released my care
Oh god, what's happened here
He's completely torn his entire apartment apart
The smell is overpowering, a fowl, pungent odor
Rotten food or... I don't know... Possibly something worse
But there's something else that's almost overpowering that...
I think it's a woman's perfume
Oh no, no..
I found the patient, he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
Completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale
It appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for weeks
The infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
There's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck
There's empty bottles everywhere of alcohol, medication...
My god the smell is sickening
There's blood coming from his mouth, nose, ears
He's not dead yet, but he's close
I failed, this is my fault
And somehow, he's smiling at me
I think he's whispering something
No, not just whispering, I think he's singing......
(Background singing:)
This is the end
This is death
Now, place your ear to my lips
Trace these notes with your fingertips
They dance alone on my last breath
This is the end
This is death
(Singing:)
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist (20x)
(someone call an ambulance, 'cause something's not right)
(the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything)
We were inseparable (6x)
Lyrics submitted by horrible22, edited by HDS
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(P.S Best, most interesting, well thought album I've heard in years)
"The smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything
Someone call an ambulance cause somethings not right
The lines i wear around my wrists, are there to prove that I exist
We were inseperable"
Perfection, so much talent in this band.
Picture yourself in a nightmarish scene of such
grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.
Your body's been dying, while your mind has been trying
to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your
lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless
others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony.
That's where you'll find me.
[Speaking:]
something awful has happened here..this is,
this is so much worse than i ever could have imagined
i knew it all along that this man should not have been released
god, what's happened here, he's completely torn his entire apartment apart
the smell is overpowering, a pungent odor,
like rotten food or i don't know, possibly something worse
but there's something else that's almost overpowering
i think its a woman's perfume, oh no..no..
i found the patient he's lying on the floor in the center of the living room
completely naked, emaciated, deathly pale, it appears he hasn't eaten anything at all for weeks
the infection has spread up his arms, it must have reached his brain
there's bulging bright red veins all the way up from his wrist to his neck
there's empty bottles everywhere, of alcohol and medication
my god this smell is sickening
there's blood coming out of his mouth nose ears
he's not dead yet, but he's close
i failed, this is my fault
and somehow, he's smiling at me, i think he's whispering something,
no, not just whispering, i think he's singing......
[Background singing:]
Now, place your ear to my lips.
Trace these notes with your fingertips.
They dance alone on my last breath.
This is the end. This is death.
[Singing:]
the lines i wear around my wrist are there to prove that i exist
[20x]
(someone call an ambulance, because something's not right)
(the smell of her perfume struggles to cover everything)
we were inseparable
[6x]
grotesque complexity that you'd kill to be dreaming.
Your body's been dying, while your mind has been trying
to make you picture a life where you'd kill for your
lover and a song in your head. The deaths of countless
others simply set up the lyrics for your symphony.
That's where you'll find me."
A poor mind..
Dead
Boys Night Out successfully painted a picture of a man, a confused mentally sick man, who killed his wife whom he loved by accident then lives with regret the rest of his life "they were inseperable"
='[
Please can someone clarify what the song in his head means
I'm still a little confused on that part of this story
except for relapsing.
mhmm.