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ONLY LIVING WITNESS LYRICS
"Prone Mortal Form" (1993)
1. Prone Mortal Form
2. Root
3. Voice Of Disrepair
4. Silo
5. VTA
6. Slug
7. Twitching Tongues
8. Nineveh
9. Darkly
10. December
1. Prone Mortal Form
[Jenkins/Stevenson]
Who's at the helm
Of the purge that looms?
Should I bother trying to see
Outside of this room?
I can tell you now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day
When the beggars will ride
The distant, crushing call to continue
Makes a heart sink willingly
Into a chemical bath
Every insecurity reminds you
Of the voice determining your choice of path
Believe me now, I'll be left behind
On that fabled day when the beggars will ride
If I champion misfortune, is it just
Just an extension of
Dismantling a pale facade
My disdain for convention
2. Root
[Jenkins/Crowley]
Long before the siege us lifted
See that more than men were felled
The desolate expanse the victor
The conqueror, the void, the well
Life had slithered forth from it
The actual antagonist
In every battle fought against
Apparent need for quieting and
The victor's exultant moment
Adrenaline flow fleeting
Human agony's no the answer
So why is it in the plan?
Life had slithered forth from it
The actual antagonist
In every battle fought against
Apparent need for quieting
And lifelessness
The victor's exultant moment
Adrenaline flow fleeting
Human agony's no the answer
So why is it in the plan?
3. Voice Of Disrepair
[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman]
Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openly
Battered, banished, ill-remembered
Terrified of something seen
We grew to reek of martyrdom
And (our) mutual misanthropy
Certain pleasures taken from him
Never meant to want to be
Emptier known as a number
Lack of luck would not explain
His traveling for safety's sanction
"Standing on his head an always
Landing on his feet"
Casting blame and laughing
In facetious conversation
Certain pleasures in return he
Never meant to want to be
Emptier known an a number
They found him cold this morning
They found him cold at dawn
4. Silo
[Stevenson]
[Instrumental]
5. VTA
[Jenkins/Stevenson]
Bullets in the bathroom wall
Are more a sign of putting up
Than giving into anything
You'd think of giving in to
Say you saw it coming on
Well show us how it comes to
A blaming hand
A solemn end
A sort of sense
An empty chamber
Oh he will provide
Greater man
Have fallen victim, have fallen victim
A fallen victim
There lies
A fallen victim
A fallen victim
A fallen victim
Mirrors in a pool of sanguine
6. Slug
[Jenkins/Stevenson)
Well, boy, I saw that face again today
On another stranger's humbled stumbling frame
I had to think to keep my
Helping hands to myself
Every day I hate to be this way
Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing
Time spent wanting, wandering away from here
The time comes when you run out
OF good things to say
I'm overwhelmed by the number of things
To fight for
Don't try to tell me that we're not gonna run out
Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing
What goes on?
With little help from the fearless man in charge
We'll push ourselves back over the fading horizon
The rhythm of this grinding beast keeps me on
It's pain itself that keeps the tears from rising
It's logic versus conscience
I've got to lose myself in something
Hide away, slide away from pulling back
A pulsating bloody stump
Time spent wanting something to improve
Time spent wanting someone to move
That it's time to lose some sense
Time spent wanting something new
7. Twitching Tongues
[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman]
Responsibility vile for those who'll accept it
Follow one, follow another,
Tongue in wisdom
A certain kind lives to be directed
Will you be the one to clutch the jaws
And grab and rip them
And now you say
Twitching tongues
Twitch in tongues
Twitch in tongues aloud he doublespake
Built with all the fallen forms
Composting pile of viscous warm
Getting older, cemented over
Sickening, salted, suited soldier
Washing tons of decay away
(I'm) picking out me piece today
Eliminate the words they say
Twitching tougues on shiny trays
8. Nineveh
[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman]
Come hither in a weakened state
In my name you're bound to make some enemies
Score and one behind me
With (a) child's eyes I regard his story
Shall prohibit interaction
As the wondrous world, the wondrous world
The world collapses
Know me hear me hate me Nineveh
A panacea, human hope
Frantic fiction prevaricope
Exclusionary, narrow scope
Invented in isolation
Erstwhile it was geographic
The incontinence of Ecclesiastics
Simply just is not a fact in
The eyes of a man that has someone
Someone to save him
Know me hear me hate me Nineveh
Save them, give your everything
Except attention to the inconsistencies
Complete with deceit
Go ahead and try to will me away
9. Darkly
[Stevenson]
[Instrumental]
10. December
[Jenkins/Stevenson]
(In the) Darkened shroud of morning
Simplified in face and stature
Blessing in the storming
Sweetness of a subtle feature
Alone and safe inside
Without worry, with out knowing who's
Been cast aside
Twisted down, escape to rest
I will writhe in my December
These crafted understandings
Smother citadel defending
They'll miss a motive is cast together
(The) comfort, effort in the end
Alone and safe inside
Without worry
Who's been kept alive
Without knowing
I will writhe in my December
Learned, learned I love the air here
And I learned, learned
I love the roar in my ears
I satiate this urge of mine
I substitute the urge to hide
Alone, alone and safe inside
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