Homeboy Sandman - Echoes lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Echoes lyrics]
Her eyes were like nothing
Her stumbling legs would barely
Keep beneath her
Just waiting for the Reaper to release her
Today she hadn’t tasted nothing to speak of
Yesterday she had a slice of pizza
Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt
The type perhaps a scientist could research
Been weeks and months since
Anyone could reach her
Tics ago on the clock her whole esophagus was
Choking on a cock that didn’t tease her
To cop the anesthesia
A mother once beside herself
With worry now would
Wander right beside her none the wiser
She didn’t recognize her
Her promise famished in a family
Where there weren’t no providers
There weren’t no survivors
Calamity too heinous to believe
Her cavity was so contaminated with disease
You couldn’t hope to clean it
With entire summer weeks
Much less a Summer’s Eve aLL YOU
ALL OF YOU
Could almost vomit from the stench
The rotting of the flesh
The last occasion that she
Had been anybody’s guest was anybody’s guess
Her mind was way to whittled
To be riddled with regret
It teetered on the edge
No direction that required any steps
No director to yell "quiet on the set"
No price was on her head
No one was racked with grief or feeling loss
If there isn’t anyone that’s looking for
You are you even lost?
No friends had been as solid as
The concrete she was on so was she even off?
At times she’s in no mood to make
No movements on her own accord
Police would then accost
You haven’t seen a more afflicted corpse
Since Christ’s crucifixion on the cross
ALL YOU aLL OF YOU
I haven’t seen her in a stretch
I wonder if she rests
I wonder if the demons that had
Haunted her in her life
Would haunt her in her death
There was not a missing persons
File on anybody’s desk
The topic hadn’t made anybody’s docket
The change she needed more than what
Could jingle in your pocket
Or had she been a prophet?
A saint who withstood pain
That wouldn’t lessen
Who’s life had been so I could learn a lesson
That even those that get high
And just say "F it" can die and go to heaven
And who was I for questioning her ethics?
Should I be ashamed I never made the effort
Or took the time for taking her to breakfast
Or to the Fertile Crescent
Woebegone that I never heard her message
Before she’d gone returning to her essence
Her stumbling legs would barely
Keep beneath her
Just waiting for the Reaper to release her
Today she hadn’t tasted nothing to speak of
Yesterday she had a slice of pizza
Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt
The type perhaps a scientist could research
Been weeks and months since
Anyone could reach her
Tics ago on the clock her whole esophagus was
Choking on a cock that didn’t tease her
To cop the anesthesia
A mother once beside herself
With worry now would
Wander right beside her none the wiser
She didn’t recognize her
Her promise famished in a family
Where there weren’t no providers
There weren’t no survivors
Calamity too heinous to believe
Her cavity was so contaminated with disease
You couldn’t hope to clean it
With entire summer weeks
Much less a Summer’s Eve aLL YOU
ALL OF YOU
Could almost vomit from the stench
The rotting of the flesh
The last occasion that she
Had been anybody’s guest was anybody’s guess
Her mind was way to whittled
To be riddled with regret
It teetered on the edge
No direction that required any steps
No director to yell "quiet on the set"
No price was on her head
No one was racked with grief or feeling loss
If there isn’t anyone that’s looking for
You are you even lost?
No friends had been as solid as
The concrete she was on so was she even off?
At times she’s in no mood to make
No movements on her own accord
Police would then accost
You haven’t seen a more afflicted corpse
Since Christ’s crucifixion on the cross
ALL YOU aLL OF YOU
I haven’t seen her in a stretch
I wonder if she rests
I wonder if the demons that had
Haunted her in her life
Would haunt her in her death
There was not a missing persons
File on anybody’s desk
The topic hadn’t made anybody’s docket
The change she needed more than what
Could jingle in your pocket
Or had she been a prophet?
A saint who withstood pain
That wouldn’t lessen
Who’s life had been so I could learn a lesson
That even those that get high
And just say "F it" can die and go to heaven
And who was I for questioning her ethics?
Should I be ashamed I never made the effort
Or took the time for taking her to breakfast
Or to the Fertile Crescent
Woebegone that I never heard her message
Before she’d gone returning to her essence