Pontius Trips

Shame that you won't Make it out alive With the one thing that you wanted I see the stains Have you been playing out With the blade you know is evil The hair is matted And the contest is done It's a bullish departure for the sabbath In me is a god Yet I've no current in this stream To the other world Shame that you won't Make it out alive With the one thing that you wanted The heart is melted And the conquest complete It's a repulsive glow up for the vile In me is a god Yet I've no current in this stream To the other world It was not a trick The hair is wet Don't they know I get distracted The bird is gone My planet's taking shape I feel all the old words setting in The veins are shrinking And the poison's run dry It's a damning display of all the wicked Don't wanna hear it again Now's the time to go Boring, a catch so wild Still, these old eyes can levitate Spin, streaking 'cross the knot And deviations come again Like cackles, or speaking in tongues What times, foul times I cross fingers again Winter, nothing could catch them What, then, was it that split them Turned what once was light into A chore A bore