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B. Dolan
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One Breath Left
Trapped in traffic on the road to hell With no soul to sell Took the first exist I passed Went to find a motel Wound up broke down in a ghost town Nowhere to phone for help I asked the vultures where to run to & they muttered “Go for self.”
I climbed out of that grave, A dream that gave way To a daisy chain made of days; plastic wrappers, cigarettes, cough drops rest stops, Wal-marts, snatching up the jacks before the ball drops It all falls apart Moonlight rises at my back before I have time to react or memorize my raps…
Nevermind finding the way back I'm flying blind grinding my break pads into dust Just in it for the laughs My words turned into symbols of invisible math Like witchcraft; the crowd became a critical mass that was tipping toward collapse… slipping from my grasp… friend's all pulled the rip-cord, wished me all the best I went digging in the dash and found a map back to the rest.
I made it on my last gallon of gas and a stack of bad checks nothing to show for the stress but a fresh load of debt and a cold in my chest.
(Chorus) –But if I got one breath left– 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I will hold it in my chest like the shit ain't over yet. –But if I got one breath left– I will keep it a secret, my only defense –But if I got one breath left– I will rip off the oxygen mask, spit off the top of my head –But if I got one breath left– I'll suck wind from the valley of death.
I burn holes into my writing bench putting out the spark then relight 'em in the dark.
I walk the night watch. I mark the progress of my thoughts Present my reports to the break– the break of dawn– stalling on my wake up calls, Leave some paint on the walls Play through the pain for the weight gain on tour, Same as the great names who came before–I acknowledge their presence but keep on rocking in the present! What good is the art if it doesn't bother anyone? The arc of the setting sun a rotten millenium Still tripping on it's tongue Choking on the shit in it's lungs mimicking buzz, A one-trick-gimmick-drug With an ugly side-effect I ain't too high to realize it yet! I let it all ride on a fool's bet, and do it to the death! And listen for the silence while I scream it at the deaf!
If they come to get me next, My lungs will be emptiness. Without a second thought or pause, half step, or idle threat–
I will summon something from the depth and fucking come correct Even if I got one… left…
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