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The Suffering Machine by Buck 65 album cover

The Suffering Machine

by Buck 65

Lyrics
Black Angel

Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down

Jackets and shoes

Pistols and pens
Poor boy feels like I ain't got no friends

I wake up nervous

Sunday is gloomy

Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me

I hear myself breathing

Trying to focus

Goodbye Babylon

Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier

The isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
But I don't live anywhere
Black Angel

Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down

Black Angel

Black Angel
Black Angel

Carry me down

I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanities I can remember all of their names

The bottom of the barrel

It's no way how to be

But the cold and the silence

Beats the shit out of me

The windows are wooden

And I shouldn't complain

I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good and insane

Cobwebs and apple corers

Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages
But I don't live anywhere

Black Angel

Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down

Lost in a haze
Of fantasy in folklore
The woman I love she don't want me no more

Inebriated alleviated of pain and speaking wild
Full-grown man reduced to a weakling child
Hard a hearing short-tempered long viewing completely disappeared
And cleared of all wrong doing
Challenging the calendars
And tempting the clocks

Tree knocked over
Inside an empty box
And I don't live anywhere
Black Angel

Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down

Black Angel
Black Angel

Black Angel

Carry me down