The Suffering Machine - Buck 65

The Suffering Machine - Buck 65
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy feels like I ain't got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanities I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It's no way how to be
But the cold and the silence
Beats the sh*t out of me
The windows are wooden
And I shouldn't complain
I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good and insane
Cobwebs and apple corers
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Lost in a haze
Of fantasy in folklore
The woman I love she don't want me no more
Inebriated alleviated of pain and speaking wild
Full-grown man reduced to a weakling child
Hard a hearing short-tempered long viewing completely disappeared
And cleared of all wrong doing
Challenging the calendars
And tempting the clocks
Tree knocked over
Inside an empty box
And I don't live anywhere
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down
Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down