The Suffering Machine

Black angel, carry me down

Jacket 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 of a non-tryer

The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire

I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down

I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames

The insanities, I remember all of their names

Bottom of the barrel, it's no way how to be

The cold and the silence beats the shit out of me

But the windows are wooden

And I shouldn't complain

I'll just be digging until I'm good and insane

Cobwebs and apple cores, old ghosts and vestiges

Woman at the desk says I got no messages

I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down

Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore

The woman I love don't want me no more

Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild

Full grown man reduced to a weakling child

Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing

Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrong-doing

Challenging the calendars and tempting the clocks

Tree knocked over, inside an empty box

I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down