Killer Lullaby by Faithless
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Song title Killer Lullaby
Artist Faithless
im sittin at a coffe table unable to see straight
watchin parallel lines unwind and undulate
behind the rain-soaked window pane the scenes bleak
another train leaving home
concending defeat with a low moan
hangin in a sy made of stone
everybodys leavin home
called my man jerome to come and meet me in the twilight zone
leave ya mobile phone athome and come alone
i bouht him coffe an a snack
settled back
started speakin
he was tweakin at the peak of his hat while im seekin
to discover what it takes to stay sober
not to cover my mistakes
try to maybe make sense
f the eveidence
its over
shed gone for good why should i lie
singin a killers lullaby
indentified by the dying ring of a goodbye
the last thing ya hear before ya life disappear
"is it better when you see her?"
nah
it just gets worse like my stomachll burst
feels like i been cursed with seven centuries
of bitter memories
inadequacies of previous hes and shes
im movin round this old house for the last time
scene of my past crimes
been her for lifetimes
hearin the chimes of that old clock that useta mock
you got eternity for takin stock
this place is like a padlock
you look shocked
trust me nuthin ever moves but the dust
theres just us and im here to torment and tease
an thats how it was for centureis
me and my memories
til you bought the keys
took a coupla saturdays
an; moved in runnin from tragedies an boozin
seven hundred years since i came her you appear
same hair
same quizzical stare
i couldnt get near and the sheer frustration
was more than i could bear
i was really cursed
thought id been through the worst part
that was just first part
just the start
everynight id be sittin with dread pickin my heart
in case the man she been chasin gets to first base
an i just cant escape im in bad shape
you makin love to someone else is more than i can take
so i make all the movement i can
to no avail
scream an yell sinkin deeper in my own personal hell
im gettin heated im sorry
have another coffee
i needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece
of this pressure
unless an excape route is found
im goin down
underground into lifetaimes of pain
its absurd
the heaviest chain is contained in the sound of one word
so im referred back to hell just as well i hate needles
an get twinges at the thought of syringes
i move quick i wanna try my trick one last time
you know its possible to vaguely define my outline
when dust move and the sun shine
so i try to change vibrate myself to near human pitch
which reminds me how i used to come unstitched
and switch round the house in a blind rage
it took years and an ocean of tears
to find the key to this cage
advance another stage into a new age
its difficult to gauge
but i know ill see you again
on that you can depend
i just dont know how or when
sleep on my last love
im gone