(No Ratings Yet)Ceiling Demons Psy Ceiling and Dan Demon release this track “Mendacity”, exploring escapism.
VERSE 1:
- These hollow walls keep on swallowing me whole
- Hearted and honest, cursed with answers
- Scratches and Cancer
- Like crabs we scatter away to the side
- Given access or denied we try
- I'm told to head towards the smell of gun powder
- It's intoxicated aroma may make you wonder
- In this fog you would only surrender
- What doesn't kill you will make you stronger
- What is out of sight is out of mind
- Question why
- Cycle of life
- Cycle of time -- Born -- Die - Live - Survive
- We aim towards the sky
- Rip off your shirt and cry; Fuck the world!
- We are cold, heartless, killers...
VERSE 2:
- Waiting for that second phase, the evening's glaze
- Another reflection, another suggestion
- The consideration of our force of action
- Searching blindly for a reaction
- What's happening?
- Did we take the medicine that will stop the bleeding?
- The healing process freeing, our weights float to the ceiling
- We're not gonna see them
- Who's the angel? Who's the Demon
- I am the only voice of reason
- The choice of treason
- Gunpowder, beating, white powder, sneezing, insides freezing
- So fucking ill again
- Let's meet our friends, to the bars
- Love will tear us apart leaving us stitched up and scarred, still standing!
CHORUS
- Stagger forward into the moment
- Try and hold it together
- Everyone lives under the weather
- Reflections on the water
- I fucking hate myself when I'm sober.
VERSE 3:
- Don't shoot the messenger; just hide in the heather
- Like the famous grouse we will
- Hunt ya!
- Scare ya!
- Kill ya!
- Keep your nerve, as we drift past ya
- Ghost like, with a white flag willing to seize the fire
- Trojan horse, this plot gets worse
- Poisons are the best way to work the spirit into the dirt
- Double-crossed and double shots; wretched words
- Tainted minds, lead you to a coffin, a crime
- Uncomfortable, you may want to spew
- Lose all your contacts and then renew your lover and your addiction to the booze
- I still couldn't choose, I still can't choose
- But I'd happily spit out all of my truths
- Wishful thinking is a weak point of view
- A weak point of view.
CHORUS:
- Stagger forward into the moment
- Try and hold it together
- Everyone lives under the weather
- Reflections on the water
- I fucking hate myself when I'm sober.
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