Damage Prose
by Trap Them
From the album: Darker Handcraft
Track 1 of 12 on Darker Handcraft (2011).
Duration: 2:37
Lyrics for Damage Prose
Watch the giant cross my body you said I'll decide you've changed your lesson Is it the hard rock Is it the polished switch of hate Tearing up you What's the word Tearing up you Well, once the statement started and not Built a burden in a shallow sea Fuck it, calm, chill, nice and hot We're all junkies at heart We can't grow We're all junkies at heart When the damage has been done And so counted Well, once the good men caught a ride Into the city that never rides Well, once the soil turned to sand and sea Did the eye with the two to knock on me The others, here we are The others, here we lie We vomit out the pestilence And burn the flame of pride We're all junkies at heart We can't grow We're all junkies at heart We are the junkies at heart We are the junkies at heart We are the junkies at heart We often cut from Well, from nothing as a part And the name of dirt It rhymes It rhymes And men sure as fuck know the cure We're unsure And the presence is by violence So, by violence, we endure So, by violence, we endure