Post Mortem

From the album Desensitize by Freedom Of Existence

So I sat in blindness,
Fed to the underground postmortem blues of succession;
turn on the TV, try and forget about me and all my insecurities.
And I ask the junky, brother don’t ya feel lonely?
And wouldn’t you like something to ease the pain?

What ya got, man… what ya got, man, what ya got… what ya got?

I saw Jesus on the road today, driving down past the flames.
I guess… the devil had finally won.
Analyze, theorize, philosophize, criticize, justify all that we’ve become.
And I ask you men, sitting in the rooms of faith,
Wouldn’t you like something to ease the pain?

What ya got, man…what ya got, man, what ya got…what ya got?

I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough.

What ya got, man…what ya got, man, what ya got…what ya got?

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