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Lake Polluted

11th Hour

03:55
Bayou Black
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Lyrics

It's hard to try to contemplate the scope of it.

A moment from a violent demise.

Am I to bear the constant stress and strain of it

and always be the one to compromise? 

Is it an illusion?

When I touch it's when it slips away.

Is it an illusion?

Everything I touch disintegrates.....great.

 

Disappear in the eleventh hour.

 

Never saw my paper cuts but, no I'm not alright.

It looked as good as the stinging was intense.

 

It's strange to see you formulate the words of it,

to see it ever comin' off your lips.

Makes me sick to see the constant back & forth of it.

Could any good really come from this?

Is it an illusion?

When I see it's when it starts to fade.

Is it an illusion?

Everything around me turns to grey.....hey.

 

Disappear in the eleventh hour.

 

Never saw my paper cuts but, no I'm not alright.

It looked as good as the stinging was intense.

 

Is it an illusion?...... an illusion that will....

 

Disappear in the eleventh hour.

 

Never saw our paper cuts but, no we're not alright.

Lookin' for some good but it's all used up you know,

You didn't need to pour the salt in the cut.

I'm giving up,  I won't get stuck in another endless fight.

I hope that you're comfortable sleeping in the bed you made.

 

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  • November 18, 2017
    Strange Land Brewery ,  Austin, TX
     

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