Motorpsycho The Slow Phase-out
there's nothing I can do to begin to understand
I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand
I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills
to me it seems so bland
I look down from my mountain,see lives passing by
on that four lane deep stir-fry
seeking sainthood,seeing human driftwood,I feel like an
alien spy
why do you do the things you do?
why do you do the things you do,you say...
there's no single reason ,it just happened that way
now my mind is turning into clay
all of my days drift by in a daze while I wish myself
away
the blood on my hands will never fully dry,I mislaid my
alibi
the grail lost its sheen,now I just feel unclean
decomposing with a sigh
why do you do the things you do?
why do you do the things you do,you say...
withdraw to where I'm free from doubt
to simmer in this slow phaseout (beyond the point of
caring)
to simmer in this slow phaseout (awoken from these
dreams)
there's nothing I can do to begin to understand
I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand
I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills
to me it seems so bland
why do you do the things you do?
why do you do the things you do,you say...
withdraw to where I'm free from doubt
to simmer in this slow phaseout
why do you do the things you do
withdraw to where I'm free from doubt
to simmer in this slow phaseout
why do you do the things you do,you say...
