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P:407 LYRICS
"The Post Dagger Experience" (2005 Demo)
1. Indulgence
2. Despondency
3. Idle (Instrumental)
4. Demerit
1. Indulgence
I would offer her the world
Promised we would never part
I'd indulge her every way
And carve her name forever in my heart
But this is now so long ago,
and I can barely remember.
Her standing there in the pouring rain.
Waiting for someone to save her
3AM and I'm still awake
wandering the streets of a city with no name
somewhere in a window my reflection frowns
the face of an old man
I used to offer her the world
I promised we would never part
I did indulge her every way
Forever kept her in my heart
But years have now come between
My memories are not so clear
so long since I have seen
that face that I hold so dear.
For all the good intentions
my promise didn't hold
forever is such a long time
for people to turn cold
9AM and I'm wide awake
In a graveyard in the city with no name
in the distance a funeral march
makes its way between the graves
It seems so long that we have waited
for our forever to begin
but now they're laying you to rest here beside me
we'll never be apart again
2. Despondency
Driving down a dreary lane
Once my yellow brick road
There is no place like home
There is no place like home
Do I want to go home?
Somehow I'm not so sure
They tore down the palace hall
To make space for shopping malls
The occupation of our kings
Selling burgers and onion rings
Every day, a little more jaded
Every day, just slightly more numb
The fairy tales have almost faded
The child in me is almost gone
I pass Little red riding hood
lighting up a cigarette,
offering a taste of the forbidden fruit
She put grandma in a home
Every day, a little more jaded
Every day, just slightly more numb
The fairy tales have almost faded
The child in me is almost gone
The Seven Dwarves are stealing cars
To pay for Snow-white's Snow
And how this story really ended,
I don't want to know
So I steer my diesel carriage into the driveway of my castle
Where my sleeping beauty sleeps
with Cinderella's prince
3. Idle (Instrumental)
4. Demerit
Empty and blank,
the sheet stares back
Notes, pages, piles, reams
Coffee stains, broken pencils, ruined dreams
Convoluted metaphors strewn crumpled on the floor
Vacant words on vacant pages, pent-up feelings trapped in cages
Pretty words so meaningless
Thoughts void of intelligence
Nonsense, sentence
Creativity to death
Mediocrity is all I've left
Lack of inspiration, the noose around my muse's neck
It keeps me from going under
The noose around my muse's neck
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