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Obsessed with the carnivalesque and the grotesque
Then I stand on stage and talk the truth like I know best
It's hopeless
I try and take slow breaths
Some nights I get so wrecked
I'm destroying what I'm supposed to be employing
I know it ain't right but I keep on doing it
Is it pursuing me or is it me that is pursuing it?
Move with the fluidity or momentary stupidity
The slow and steady was killing me
World was too slow
Now it's too rapid like the bits in the films
When the canoe turns the corner and you see through the hills
Falling water
Have our heroes been killed?
We ride to our home-grown slaughter on the boats that we built
Some folks are hoping we will
Be lying broken and still
At the foot of them peaks we dared scaling
I'm scared, but look
Failing's not an option
That's what sets me apart
My inner city is foul
But in the slum is a heart
That wants more
Those that strive for light
Are often those most attracted to the dark of the night
Sometimes all I wanna do is just start up a fight
But I don't
I drink wine by the pint and go home
With a conscience that bites and cold bones
Head keeps thumping
Saying punch me, kiss me
Make me feel something
Cos tonight
I feel like I don't feel nothing
And the way that I am living is disgusting

Fortitude, humility, stability, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I keep sinking so low?
Given all the things that I know
You reap what you sow
Temperance, humility, stability, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I keep sinking so low?
I'm like the dregs in the bottle
The city's drinking me slow

And the city the city the city

I'm from a city where bodies get hacked up and hidden in suitcases
Where tramps lick grease off of the newspapers
That used to hold chips
And I'm sure that beauty exists
But I look around and I see concrete raising our kids
I'm from a city where sex sells and bodies sell sex
Drunks slump in stairwells and retch
And yes everybody's sheltering a hidden complex
No rest for the wicked cos the wicked don't rest
We're just vessels though
Carrying a very precious cargo
You need to keep watertight
Weather the storms
Make sure we're moving on a relevant course
Make sure you're shipshape and that you're keeping what's stored
Safe and sound
It ain't mine
It was given me
All I'm trying to do is deliver the goods
And reach that final destination I am sailing towards
I only unload my cargo in the safest of ports
In the city it's hard though
Everything is so surface
So superficial, so fake, so belittling
Try and have the confidence to learn to do a different thing
Gets to me bad
That's why I leave the stage, hit the drinks
We purge to pollute
Purify to make filthy
I know that I'm good cos when I'm bad I feel guilty
Outside the pub with a mouthful of blood
Thinking all I really need is someone to love
To look forward to

Temperance, discipline, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I keep sinking so low?
Given all the things that I know
You reap what you sow
Temperance, humility, stability, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I keep sinking so low?
I'm like the dregs in the bottle
The city's drinking me slow

Outside the pub
Mouthful of blood
Thinking all I really need is someone to love
Outside the pub
Mouthful of blood
Thinking all I really need

Fortitude, stability, humility, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I keep sinking so low?
Given all the things that I know
You reap what you sow
Temperance, honesty, stability, self-control
These are the qualities I want from my soul
How come I ke

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