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    "Creation Or A Stain" Lyrics

    Joseph Arthur

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    I got a god in my head
    Tells me that I'm crazy
    Got a god in my head
    Telling me I'm crazy
    An angrry little god
    Punching on my skull
    Another little god tells me that I'm lazy
    A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now
    And the smallest god there thinks that I'm the greatest
    Tells me no one else could be as good as me

    I listen to them all
    I disregard the consequences
    Little propogandist selling misery
    I build a cocoon
    I've got to get away
    A shirt made out of wood and glue
    And crack and then some paint
    No one sees me down there and no one's getting in

    I got a needle
    A pack
    A satchel and a quart of country gin
    I drink and shoot
    And smoke until the only voice I hear
    Is the one telling me those other people don't let anybody near

    No
    Don't let anybody near
    No
    Don't let anybody near
    No
    Don't let anybody near
    No
    Don't let anybody near

    And now the telephone is ringing
    The walls are falling down
    The sea birds are singing
    My soul's nowhere around
    I have made myself a mai-tai
    I have damned myself again
    I have eaten all my children
    I have tightened up my skin

    I'm a walking crucifixion
    I'm a fucked up memory
    Consuming all that's left
    I'm my mother's misery
    I'm sucking on Satan's tit
    She's milking me her poison flow
    I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go

    You know there's no place left to go
    You know there's no place left to go
    You know there's no place left to go
    You know there's no place left to go

    So I drink until the pain is dry
    I know it never is
    Sometimes though
    I guess I think that I'm the best
    Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt
    Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built
    And throwing up all the love you know I never felt

    Yeah
    You know I never felt
    Yeah
    You know I never felt
    Yeah
    You know I never felt
    Yeah
    You know I never felt

    Let's make our tortured Romeo's
    Personal health can be beat
    You bring it on yourself
    Burn out when you might peak
    The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul
    If you control it it's no fun and if it's fun you've lost control

    Your past is plagirism
    Your symbols have dried up
    Your corruption's as confused as old lovers that you've dumped
    Like some hidden
    Toxic fume your soul dissapates
    It's the ozone of guilty acts eroded by all the things you hate

    There's bodies dancing
    Crazed
    Sexual heat
    Grazing from the orchard where starving people eat
    Her great weight overwhelms
    At times bodies fall
    Bankrupt from the beaten
    Let's split one more eight-ball

    Blue as beggars
    Beaten
    Bleeding
    Tired eyes made of rust
    And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust

    No
    No
    There's no one you can trust
    No
    No
    There's no one you can trust
    No
    No
    There's no one you can trust
    No
    No
    There's no one you can trust

    Some say the solution's locked in the sweat box
    I wouldn't know
    I've never been there
    I sold my keys to get a ride
    We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations and drink expensive wine
    Toast the friends that we left hanging

    Like prisoners in conceit we hurry through the cracks
    I know for sure don't trust no one who says they've got you back
    The windows all explode
    Outside the noise pollution blooms
    Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms

    I've been brought back from the dead before so anything can happen
    Obsessed with tragic antics
    Down and out like Eric Clapton
    These are my wild years
    I'm trying to enjoy the pain
    The euphoria of dying
    Toxins wrestle in my brain

    We've all been leaves of corruption
    We've all been spiders on the wall
    Waiting for a hand to smash us or the bloom of light to fall
    Is this guilt of just self-hatred
    Only wild
    Uncontained
    Leaking from a broken soul
    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain

    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain

    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain

    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain

    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain

    Is this creation or a stain
    Is this creation or a stain
    This song was submitted on January 24th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Joseph Lyburn Arthur.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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