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buck 65 - the suffering machine lyrics

black angel
black angel
black angel
carry me down

jackets and shoes
pistols and pens
poor boy, feels like i ain’t got no friends
i wake up nervous
sunday is gloomy
eyes on the sidewalk
look right through me
i hear myself breathing
trying to focus
goodbye babylon
wandering hopeless
the drifter
singing the lament to the non-trier
the isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
but i don’t live anywhere

black angel
black angel
black angel
carry me down

i pick all the flowers
extinguish the flames
the insanities, i can remember all of their names
the bottom of the barrel
it’s no way how to be
but the cold and the silence
beats the sh-t out of me
the windows are wooden
and i shouldn’t complain
i’ll just keep digging
until i’m good and insane
cobwebs and apple corers
old ghosts and vestiges
the woman at the desk says i ain’t got no messages
but i don’t live anywhere

black angel
black angel
black angel
carry me down

lost in a haze
of fantasy in folklore
the woman i love, she don’t want me no more
inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild
full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing, completely disappeared
and cleared of all wrong doing
challenging the calendars
and tempting the clocks
tree knocked over
inside an empty box
and i don’t live anywhere

black angel
black angel
black angel
carry me down

- buck 65 lyrics

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