A Passive Disaster

Lyrics for A Passive Disaster

A day when southern Manitoba could not be more sublime "God's good blessings to you my friend" it's a freshness unparalleled With budding leaves, a gentle breeze, rays of sun bleaching my soft hair The first insects of the season, zipping, zipping -- (I've recently been sent here to tell you that your story is not a good story at all The all-natural fuckeasy, well, I'd rather be a whore, than a slave) -- about in the usual exuberance that they might convey if they had human emotions Bird calls ring through the air, a symphony of ambiance I sit, lounging in patio furniture Plaid shorts, a short tee, absorbing all that is before me This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair, despair, despair Oh shit These illusions pay no mind to the shaking in my nerves These illusions pay no mind to the shake, to the shaking These illusions pay no mind to the shaking in my nerves These illusions pay no mind to the shake, to the shake, to the shaking This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair This is an illusion of despair, despair