prelude: epiphany from Lovers Lane by emmy houston
Tracklist
| 1. | prelude: epiphany | 3:39 |
Lyrics
100 years
it must have been a hundred years by now
wasted away, inside the hall that’s wasted a hundred lives
i guess we’re dead here, chained up to the bed here
100 tears i’ve shed here, but that’s alright just
breath in the dead skins flakes, my neighbour’s in shakes
but i’ll pretend that everything, everything is, everything is… fine
oh the rattle of his feet now the clanging of the metal the clanging of the metal inside my head as he walks by but silent as a stranger he’s silent as a stranger but oh how he caught my eyes,
and the rustle of the sheets now the haunting from my phantom the haunting of my No! *crash!*
i don’t wanna do this anymore! cries *fades*
one night i tried to find my phantom he’d been missing all day
i looked in all the usual places he’d be likely to stay
i peaked under my bed to see that it was almost empty
there was no ghost to be found but something else was waiting for me
a little wooden box that i recall from long ago
inside there lay a single photograph and it would show
my family with me from beyond the walls of this asylum
from that moment i remembered i would die to be besides them! again…
i remember how i got here in this bleak aslyum
after a hundred years of wondering where the hell that i’m from
i swan dived off the roof that housed my friends on lovers lane
so i could be closer to all my friends who went insane
i know in retrospect that might have been a little careless
i really thought that adelaide’s would be there to repair us
not feed us lies that say that it’s okay to stay this way
it hurts to see my friends be hurting almost every single day
now that the fog is clearing i can see i little clearer
i jumped right back into this haunted place just to be near her
and then the patients lead me to believe that they’re the only
ones who’d ever care about me, out of here i would be lonely…
ooh i’d be lonely, oooh i’d be lonely, oh they said that i’d be lonley
clearly that was bullshit though, cause in this photo i can see
the people who are holding me are holding me quite happily..
oh the rattle of his feet now the clanging of the metal the clanging of the metal inside my…
*sigh* i can’t do this anymore
