The Suffering Machine

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 Black Angel Black Angel Black Angel Carry me down I pick all the flowers Extinguish the flames The insanity as 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 shit out of me The windows are wooden But I shouldn't complain I'll just keep digging Until I'm good men saying 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 A fantasy in folklore The woman I love, she don't want me no more Inebriated, alliviated 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 Black Angel Black Angel Black Angel Carry me down