This is a different use of the podcasting platform than you may he used to. I have showcased severalnoriginal musical compositions here(and will continue to do so), and also have plans to showcase other unsigned artists in the future. Thanks for listening!
Bleary Eyed Mangy Tailed
Verse 1: These bleary eyes. Stinging like sin. Weary and wild from the world that we are in.
All sapped of honor and bitter to the taste,
Can you curb destruction? Or it will it all have just been a waste?
Chorus: How can you feel? When there's no way to cope. Things won't get better with time.
How does it feel at the end of a rope, but so far from the end of the line?
Verse 1: Hands cracked and blistered, and an aching in my back. I'm shuffling, disheveled. Taken by the Black. You just couldn't there, so you drew yourself a map. Did ya think that you were special? That you'd get another lap?
Bridge: And waiting for these things to pass is just like I'm swallowing glass, and I ain't got nothing but vinegar to drink. And soon by thirst will be quenched, and I will be at it again, but I ain't done nothing but sink.
Verse 3: Now it's all over and there nothing left to see. It's all turned to ashes, and crumbled at my feet. But time heals you always, or at least that's what they say. You think I can do it? Will I forget your face?
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