Sickness in Seattle Songtext
von The Last Ten Seconds of Life
Sickness in Seattle Songtext
"I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution
We became too self-aware
Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself
We are creatures that should not exist by natural law"
The ole ringing in my ears won′t stop
"What's heaven to you?" The question that rots
All connections severed, supernatural glow
Wide eyed, tongue tied
Drifting slowly up into the sky
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
El Corazon beneath my feet
A mile above the city streets
What′s heaven to me?
Should I come back down?
Melt into the front seat
Just let go, just give in
Out of body, out of time
Sick to death not sick of life
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back 'til I rot
Paint the pavement when I come back down
The ole ringing in my ears won′t stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back ′til I rot
Paint the pavement when I come back down
Wide eyed
Tongue tied
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
Spinning out in darkness consumed
My soul has broken through
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
Spinning out in darkness consumed
My soul has broken through
The city streets underneath my feet
Pain induced, feverish flight
Supernatural yellow glow
What's heaven to me? Will I ever know?
The memories start to flood back
To my heart, my mind, my limbs, and my chest
All my love and anger sewn
Enough is enough if I choose to let go?
Conversation outside the van
Brings me back to the chills in my hands
Soul connects back to its host
What′s heaven to you? I'll never know
"We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self
That accretion of sensory experience and feelings
Programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody
When in fact everybody′s nobody"
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
"What′s heaven to you?" The question that rots
Out of body, out of time
Sick to death not sick of life
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back 'til I rot
Heaven beyond, will I ever know?
We became too self-aware
Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself
We are creatures that should not exist by natural law"
The ole ringing in my ears won′t stop
"What's heaven to you?" The question that rots
All connections severed, supernatural glow
Wide eyed, tongue tied
Drifting slowly up into the sky
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
El Corazon beneath my feet
A mile above the city streets
What′s heaven to me?
Should I come back down?
Melt into the front seat
Just let go, just give in
Out of body, out of time
Sick to death not sick of life
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back 'til I rot
Paint the pavement when I come back down
The ole ringing in my ears won′t stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back ′til I rot
Paint the pavement when I come back down
Wide eyed
Tongue tied
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
Spinning out in darkness consumed
My soul has broken through
High above the beating of the drum
Sick angel I have become
Spinning out in darkness consumed
My soul has broken through
The city streets underneath my feet
Pain induced, feverish flight
Supernatural yellow glow
What's heaven to me? Will I ever know?
The memories start to flood back
To my heart, my mind, my limbs, and my chest
All my love and anger sewn
Enough is enough if I choose to let go?
Conversation outside the van
Brings me back to the chills in my hands
Soul connects back to its host
What′s heaven to you? I'll never know
"We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self
That accretion of sensory experience and feelings
Programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody
When in fact everybody′s nobody"
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
"What′s heaven to you?" The question that rots
Out of body, out of time
Sick to death not sick of life
The ole ringing in my ears won't stop
Feedback from my soul, fed back 'til I rot
Heaven beyond, will I ever know?
Writer(s): Wyatt Thurston Mc Laughlin, John R Centorrino, Michael David Menocker, Steven Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
