ALL MY LIFE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I’m standing in line at the bitter end, I search the crowd for the faith of
a friend, I find only the hurt and haunt of loneliness in all, strangers
wrecked by the same flight and fall, empires and intentions all will
come to this, the cold lips of this open eyed kiss.
But there is no weather I have not swallowed, all my life I’ve been a
Fortunes are kept beneath her shadows clock, and the weight of the
dreaming is the skull of the rock, she screams to the world you liar’s
shrunken head, I just pretend I have nothing for what she said, to this
and every nowhere I am debtor, I hoped but I knew it could never get
She has a tease she spent greatly on me, all my life I’ve been a dying
And the sorrow unstrained from the vine, is the euthanasia of the
wine, the tuning bones of the weathers whine, all the mercy that was
I dreamt the map thought somewhere was here, she says let my body
violate the ever clear, if it’s me you want god riddle the snake, cant
turn the key for the doorknobs sake, so graveyards shipwrecks and
wall street wishes, sweep the floors milk the math and wash the
A blind in one eye scenario typecasts me, all my life I’ve been a dying
Oh that the light may be delivered in heat, could you sing the clock of
songs for this feat, she could grace the never with your bleeding, her
definition set for breath and breeding, but the futility of direction is
intrinsic, and desperation is a matter of fact forensic.
Never been outside the dictionary’s hard pages, all my life I’ve been a
If the day can undo me could this night renew me, from the barstool of
this drunken philosophy, the pennies and the nickels of this de facto
world, is the fortune round which the snake is curled, and I am all
rivers envy dumped into an impotent ocean, lost in the exhaust of this
Some are born to wreck rivers and unhinge orbits, all my life I’ve been
a dying man.