I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
Whose prison break is the most impressive?
I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go Tim Robbins in Jacob's Ladder.
Such patience, such verve and poise,
But wait a minute, shit, that's the wrong film.
Morgan Freeman would roll in his grave, if he were dead,
Which he nearly was, if you believe the hysterical gung-ho Technicolor crapfest
That is Sky News, or Murdoch live, or whatever the hell the devil calls himself.
Sky News, or Murdoch live, or whatever the hell the devil calls himself.
I preferred him when he was red and blatant, that guy.
I liked him better when he swooped around the land indiscriminately,
Bending wills and souls with glee,
Hurrying kids to their graves at sea.
Magnetically debasing the casts of the earth
In a terrible, wonderful focus of horrors,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet.
I'm on a mercy mission to prove to my new love
That she is my nothing, that she is my no-one,
That even these triumphs are nothing without her,
That even these triumphs are empty.
But anyway, revel in it,
Be grateful when the comfort comes.
I can't stand still for the rest of my life,
But there's always lapsed Caltholics.
I need a change of focus, a badge of honour,
A mark of progress, a rope to hang from.
To make a difference I need composure,
To make a difference, to make it.
But anyway, revel in it,
Be grateful when the comfort comes.
I can't stand still for the rest of my life,
But there's always lapsed Caltholics.
The trick is, don't start.
Be aware, be alert.
The truth is, no words are
Worthy to hang on her.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
The problem with these people is
They understand the obvious.
The problem with these people is
They understand their vices, not their faults.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
It's part of who they were,
And who they'll be again,
And who they'll be again.
I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go Tim Robbins in Jacob's Ladder.
Such patience, such verve and poise,
But wait a minute, shit, that's the wrong film.
Morgan Freeman would roll in his grave, if he were dead,
Which he nearly was, if you believe the hysterical gung-ho Technicolor crapfest
That is Sky News, or Murdoch live, or whatever the hell the devil calls himself.
Sky News, or Murdoch live, or whatever the hell the devil calls himself.
I preferred him when he was red and blatant, that guy.
I liked him better when he swooped around the land indiscriminately,
Bending wills and souls with glee,
Hurrying kids to their graves at sea.
Magnetically debasing the casts of the earth
In a terrible, wonderful focus of horrors,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet,
A justice of sorts if you listen to fools who have dressed in the dark for a bet.
I'm on a mercy mission to prove to my new love
That she is my nothing, that she is my no-one,
That even these triumphs are nothing without her,
That even these triumphs are empty.
But anyway, revel in it,
Be grateful when the comfort comes.
I can't stand still for the rest of my life,
But there's always lapsed Caltholics.
I need a change of focus, a badge of honour,
A mark of progress, a rope to hang from.
To make a difference I need composure,
To make a difference, to make it.
But anyway, revel in it,
Be grateful when the comfort comes.
I can't stand still for the rest of my life,
But there's always lapsed Caltholics.
The trick is, don't start.
Be aware, be alert.
The truth is, no words are
Worthy to hang on her.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
Give me something I can take away.
The problem with these people is
They understand the obvious.
The problem with these people is
They understand their vices, not their faults.
Lapsed Catholics are the worst.
It's part of who they were,
And who they'll be again,
And who they'll be again.
Lyrics submitted by dejectedrobot
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