The Vagrant: Inanimate Lyrics

The exposition of existentialism
My Apollo, how you burn like the wave of retro

Old Mr. Red Eye
Don't you know of my generation
Young Mr. Dead Eyes
The boy at heart
That would love to watch his art burn
Right in front of my eyes

Ten tense nights I spent inside my nine minds
I hate the seven men who bring the sickness

I feel cinematic blur
I see there faces they come through through embers
I can't remember a single name
I can't remember one fucking name

With cinematic blur
I see there faces they come through through embers
I can't remember a single name
I can't

The fact I will fail
Wring out my mother's tongue and speak the words she said
Word for word verbatim

I can't feel my face through my hands
Oh glass turns back to sand now

Over and over the overtones
Peel the skin off watch how they grow
I cannot remember why they broke

Now see their faces
They all form in semicircles
Yet I won't listen to another word you speak

You put your right foot in front of the other
And do the little ditty that you know
You remember all that I was all you are
We're standing in a circle just to let you know

You will find me here all alone.