RISHLOO - Downhill lyrics
[RISHLOO - Downhill lyrics]
I'm leaving to walk the road inside my head
With cord in hand and powder breath I stand
And wave goodbye goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye
And the Systematomatic thinks
While buying blood on Broadway Street
Where the old messiahs go
There, pulsing through the atmosphere
Are answers to the questions
That you should know don't let it go
Or it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here
Examples of the afterlife
Responding visions half the time
And the other vertigo
Spun off the Earth a thousand times
And caught the wind that purifies the soul!
You should know
It's all downhill from here
Ooh, lost out here, adrift in lights
It's wondrous
Weightless in clouds of colors the
World will never see
And I am a figment of reality
Wrapped in the shroud of endless night
I scream aloud but no one hears
So I tell my stories to satellites
And I am lost inside a memory
The pattern picks the pockets
Of the palindrome
Back to front, the loss remains the same
And it beckons to the east to
Give the west it's eyes
While the oscillating rhythm marks it's bones
To the young
It gives a vision of the dead and gone
While the old receive a passion to survive
And the pattern picks the
Pockets of the palindrome
Before the oscillating rhythm takes to flight
And I am lost inside a memory lost, lost
With cord in hand and powder breath I stand
And wave goodbye goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye
And the Systematomatic thinks
While buying blood on Broadway Street
Where the old messiahs go
There, pulsing through the atmosphere
Are answers to the questions
That you should know don't let it go
Or it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here
Examples of the afterlife
Responding visions half the time
And the other vertigo
Spun off the Earth a thousand times
And caught the wind that purifies the soul!
You should know
It's all downhill from here
Ooh, lost out here, adrift in lights
It's wondrous
Weightless in clouds of colors the
World will never see
And I am a figment of reality
Wrapped in the shroud of endless night
I scream aloud but no one hears
So I tell my stories to satellites
And I am lost inside a memory
The pattern picks the pockets
Of the palindrome
Back to front, the loss remains the same
And it beckons to the east to
Give the west it's eyes
While the oscillating rhythm marks it's bones
To the young
It gives a vision of the dead and gone
While the old receive a passion to survive
And the pattern picks the
Pockets of the palindrome
Before the oscillating rhythm takes to flight
And I am lost inside a memory lost, lost