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Dylan & B Key - Slave To Life lyrics

What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains
Try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now

We all have a little sin than needs venting
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems
And stems ariff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Lying down inside of your atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent
And a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a count-down
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
And hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?!
What the hell's going on?!
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but, let's move on shall we?

And remember, you're a wreck, an accident
Forget the freak, you're just nature
Because in the end
Everything we do
It's just everything we've done


Everything we do, it's just everything we've done

Because in the end
Everything we do
It's just everything we've done
Cover: Dylan & B Key - Slave To Life
  • Destruction Ritual

  • Year
  • 2005

  • Genre

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