Buck 65 - The Suffering Machine 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 insanity is 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
But, I shouldn't complain
I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good and insane
Cobwebs and apple cores
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 a fantasy in folklore
The woman I love, she don't want me no more
Inebriated, alliviated 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