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Faithless Lyrics - Killerís Lullaby

Killerís Lullaby Lyrics:
Iím sittiní at a coffee table, unable to see straight
Watchiní parallel lines unwind and undulate
Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the sceneís bleak
Another train leaviní home,
Conceding defeat with a low moan
Hanginí in a sky, made of stone
Everybodyís leaviní home, I called my man jerome
To come meet me in the twilight zone
Leave your mobile phone at home and come alone
I bought him coffee and a snack,
Settled back, started speakiní
He was tweakiní with the peak of his cap
While Iím seekiní to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not cover my mistakes,
Try to maybe make sense of the evidence
Itís over, sheís gone for good
Why should I lie, singiní a killerís lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear before your life disappear

Now it just gets worse, like my stomach íll burst,
Feel like Iíve been cursed.
With seven centuries of bitter memories
And inadequacies, previous heís and sheís
Iím moviní round this old house for the last time
Scene of my past crimes, been here for lifetimes
Heariní the chimes of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takiní stock,
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked.
Trust me, nothing ever moves but the dust,
Thereís just us and Iím here to torment and tease
And thatís how it was for centuries
Me and my memories, till you brought the keys
Took the couple of saturdays
I moved in runniní from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I couldnít get near,
And the sheer frustration was more than I could bear
I was really cursed, thought Iíd been through the worst part
That was just the first part, just the start
Every night Iíd be sitting with dread, breaking my heart
In case the man sheíd been chasiní gets to first base
And I just canít escape, Iím in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream and yell, sinkiní deeper into my personal hell

Iím getting heated, Iím sorry, have another coffee
I needed to release my sparrow chest from just a piece of this pressure
Unless an escape route is found,
Iím going down underground
Into lifetimes of pain, itís absurd
The heaviest chain is contained is the sound of one word
So Iím referred back to hell, huh
Just as well, I hate needles aní get twinges at the thought
Of syringes

J (as in jerome), Iím going insane with shame
I dream and watch her makiní love over and over again
With what I call a farmerís swain
Unintelligent, pea-brained retard whoís dick is always hard
Oh god, of course Iím jealous, fellows,
Oversexed flexing his pecís
Jesus, whatís he going make her do next?
Iím mad vex, the way she gently scratches his chest
You used to do that to me back in 1253
Pity me, while you lie with your lover
I stare and suffer in despair while you ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know itís possible to vaguely define my outline
When dust move in the sunshine
So Iím tryiní to change, vibrate myself to near-human pitch
Which reminds me how I used to come unstitched
And switch íround the house in a blind rage
It took years and an ocean of tears to find the key to this
And write another stage into a new age,
Itís difficult to gauge
But I know that Iíll see you again, on that you may depend
I just donít know how or when
Sleep on, my lost love on gone

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