Philip H. Anselmo
Walk Through Exits Only
It's ruined. Everybody ruins music
Not just me
You saw it/You liked it/Embraced it/Then faked it
Not just me
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it
Everything piles up
Until I burn it in the trash/rip it up and turn it into ashes
exit
It's ruined. Everybody ruins music
Not just me
You heard it/You learned it/You dressed it/(and) Accessed it
Not just me
(I'm) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it
Everything piles up
Until I burn it in the trash/shred it up and incinerate to ashes
Exit!
Everything piles up
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ashes
Exit!
I walk through exits only
Because I can.
We are no different/I'm not paving the way
See?
It's indifferent
I'm not saving the day
(Therefore) we are no different
So it drives us away
The flame is incentive
So I burn it away
Like rabies amongst rats
Everyone ruins the music as time goes by
Not just me
You jacked it/Then hacked it/Devalued/And stole it
Not just me
I'm jaded and over it/sick of the whole of it
Everything piles up
Until I burn it in the trash/incinerate and turn it into ash
A comeback doesn't come gently
it's as ugly, as ugly is
Made of hedonist handcuffs
crushing weights
neurotic accuracy
and kills love outright
So burn it/one precious chunk/at a time
There's no reading between the lines.
Like fire that falls from the sky
Like fleeing a monster of nature
Like a bullet born of a madman
There's no reading between the lines.
Like disappearing from the face of the planet
Like being cut in half
Like having everything and burning it
There's no reading between the lines.
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