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Saint Vitus: "Born Too Late" – 1987

энциклопедия: Saint Vitus

Состав группы:

  • Scott Weinrich – вокал
  • Dave Chandler – гитара
  • Mark Adams – бас
  • Armando Acosta – ударные

Saint Vitus: "Born Too Late" – 1987

Композиции:

  1. Born Too Late
  2. Clear Windowpane
  3. Dying Inside
  4. H.A.A.G.
  5. The Lost Feeling
  6. The War Starter

Лирика

1. Born Too Late

Every time I'm on the street
People laugh and point at me
They talk about my length of hair
And the out of date clothes I wear

They say I look like the living dead
They say I can't have much in my head
They say my songs are much too slow
But they don't know the things I know

I know I don't belong
And there's nothing I can do
I was born too late
And I'll never be like you

In my life things never change
To everybody I seem strange
But in my world now something's died
So I just stare with these insane eyes

I know I don't belong
And there's nothing that I can do
I was born too lte
And I'll never be like you

2. Clear Windowpane

I see colours everywhere
I have things living in my hair
In the dark, I see lights
My brain is working overtime
On clear windowpane

In my house, all things glow
My walls are a living light show
Purple dragons, smoke with me
I have friends only I can see
On clear windowpane

I can't handle coming down
'Cause I can't take the human crowd
I can't face reality
So I fly back to where I am free
On clear windowpane

3. Dying Inside

I have got to change my ways
'Cause I'm losing my mind
I have got to stop drinking
'Cause I'm dying inside
I feel twice as old as I am
And it's getting worse
I'm in the palm of habit's hand
I can't escape the curse

There is nothing that I can do
I have no self control
I have let myself become dead
I have ruined my soul
Every time I wake up sick
I say never again
But then opportunity knocks
And I'm wasted my friend

I can't control my addiction
I've tried time and time again
I'm losing all my friends and lovers
Alcohol knows it's gonna win

Now I have lost everything
And I really don't care
Everybody that I have known
Has out cast me here
Drinking has wasted my life
And I'm dying inside
I feel twice as old as I am
I've lost what left of my mind

I can't control my addiction
I've tried time and time again
I'm losing all my friends and lovers
Alcohol knows it's gonna win

4. H.A.A.G.

Look into the void
Beware of the dark
It hypnotised your soul
Prepare to fall
Into the hole
Do you feel the wretched cold
As your mind 's turning all what 's told
Regretting, remembering
The Evil seeds of old

Embraced in your pain and your sorrow
There's no time left to borrow
Falling in a void
If you see a light
And not a darkening swell
Rescue me now
Before I reach Hell

Are you shivering limbs intact
Do you care where you'll impact
Falling in a bottotmless pit
Is there no end to this moronic wit

5. The Lost Feeling

I live inside you
Depression is my name
I'll crack your world with
Bitter mental games
You try to suppress me
But nothing holds me down
Just when you think you're happy
I come around

I was meant to be
A punishment to you
A thorn in your side
A cancer eating through
I twist reality
And make it hard to bear
I am the only thing left
When love isn't there

I'm taking over
I'll snap your mind in two
I'll make suicide seem
Like the right thing to do
You try to drown me
With alcohol and pills
But in the end you are
The only one that kills

6. The War Starter

I have seen a thousaint wars
And I will see a thousaint more
I have heard the childrens cry
And I have seen their bodies fry
You know me, you've seen my face
All around this wretched place
You can call me warrior
But I'm actually the war starter

Long ago in days of old
I gave you clubs then broadswords
Now you use machinery
New toys of war, new toys for me
You've elected one of my
Right-hand men to lead your kind
After war saves your economy
He'll soothe you with artificial peace

Mushroom clouds, atomic fright
Burning winds, your towns ignite
I have taught you very well
How to create your own Hell
Blind mice follow their leaders
No one wins, it's the end of class
Puch your button and you 've passed

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