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Bad Trip - On the Pureness of All Babies Born Dead

although it’s too late
to be so self-centered
feelings never care how mean they can be
and they never know how deep they can hurt

so, all you want is to be happy
live the life calmly, quietly and in peace
while the grounds under my feet shake in the storms
with me ready to hug a sudden death

still not easy to face
not less than a catastrophe to confess
this is why i am so frightened
I’m so weak, and so hopeless
this is why I hate to touch your innocence

so, all I want is you to be gone
I just pray all nights for a death alone
and just don’t waste your tears for nothing
free your mind from the songs I used to sing
for you

I don’t know what happens with me inside
nobody never knows what goes on inside
words… oh words... words no more serve good enough
and I just cannot figure nothing out

still, if you say yes
I can fool you forever
oh, yes I can fool you forever
and you can be my penalty
my payback for all the hearts I’ve broken so far
still if you say yes,
I promise I’ll do my best to cheer you up forever
and keep you away from the demons in my mind

so, I promise on the pureness of
all babies born dead

still not easy to face
not less than a catastrophe to confess
this is why the grounds under my feet shake
this is why I’m so weak, and so hopeless (alt. helpless)
hating myself touching your innocence