" Waiting to Burn "
Lyrics by Brett J Cole
Awkward singing by Brett J Cole
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I've got something in my heart,
much colder and sharp,
than any knife you'd hold in your hand.

I've got the daily evening news,
with its fucked up reviews,
so I know how these things always end.

So, beat me to the ground,
and I won't make a sound.
I've already screamed as much as I can.

If you want to know the truth,
trade your eye for my sharp tooth.
I hope you'll lock your jaw and see, if you can.

We're like a factory pumping filth,
with a pearl-like sheen, black opal silt.
A rose, few petals, thick of thorns,
with a one-line note for a love, forlorn.
We're a push-me-pull-you crazy beast,
heads in the trough for a solemn feast.
A tired frown, that's much too stern.
A foolish smile that'll never learn.

We are what we are...
a practice star...
waiting to burn.

I've got something in my eye,
much deeper with lies,
than any hate that you'd care to spout.

I've got blind faith that's all too clear,
a voice of reason I won't hear,
but like a battered child, it still shouts.

So, take your pound of flesh,
'cause I have nothing left.
I've already gnawed myself to the bone.

I'll gladly swallow down my pride.
As you gnaw upon my hide,
you might find the meat tastes just like your own.

We're like a factory pumping filth,
with a pearl-like sheen, black opal silt.
A rose, few petals, thick of thorns,
with a one-line note for a love, forlorn.
We're a push-me-pull-you crazy beast,
heads in the trough for a solemn feast.
A tired frown, that's much too stern.
A foolish smile that'll never learn.

We are what we are...
a practice star...
waiting to burn.

Brett J Cole

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