P.S. New York is Burning
Bivouac LP/CD
I leave it burning and count the dead.
Can't see the future.
And from a distance, it seems so unreal.
Can't see the future.
A jilted lover, a one time friend.
It reeks of incest.
It reeks of pain.
Erase my anguish.
Forget your names.
I just
break free and run.
And knowing nothing,
I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels
like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer,
now I know what state I'm in.
Nothing left.
Nothing to feel.
And if it hurts you, it hurt me too.
I had to kill it to heal the wound.
I just
break free and run.
And knowing nothing,
I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels
like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer,
now I know what state I'm in.
Notes:
Chris wrote the lyrics.
The sample, according to Adam, is "some fire and brimstone preacherman you
can only find on your AM dial."