Nightman Lyrics

Saw a man in the street with his fist in the air Treading along with a quiet limp and a mystery glare This could be fair he insisted in a whisper and stared Me down as i passed him, asked him if they missed him and cared Eyes suspicious, used to being attacked on The smell of liquor in his breath, he had pride in his backbone Said i'm just an old man with his life in a shopping cart This dog is my family and i sleep in the park But i wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak But the people just don't listen to a bum they all mistreat And it's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep

My mind is spoken My mind is broken My mind's been open for too long

There's a light inside still glowing in the kitchen You walk down the stairs, turn life into fiction That intersection could be the last turn And the way you keep beating your heart on fast burn is fatal Unable to find the right label For the sudden disappearance of familiar road maps You got a video-phone-fax and everything you need But can't hide the truth under a table So you proceed to the street and find yourself alone In the freezing cold, under your feet Is the crackling ice that makes time disappear Let your eyelids fall, is blindness a fear? Quiet as the sheer heavy weight that leaves a long shadow When you're battling back to where you started The cold hot on your heels appeals to the real sense You got little that needs to be guarded So keep that thought and your wheel in motion All the mirrors are gone, you feel the motion Of the past getting closer, infinite on this tape Minute by minute, give it my limit and escape
Is it hot, burning or scorching? Is it your microphone or did you bring a torch in? The people keep marching to the beat of a drum But no voice ringing out for the freedom to run I don't drop a rhyme, i bleed in my lung If there's a seed in my tongue, i can't stop it from spreading The topic of letting you know exactly what i stand for The mind is in position, and the body is a band for My music of rebellion is out of hand I shouted damn, i'm not a man, i'm a civilian And sometimes the paper needs a heavy stroke Or just a light touch, and a room full of heavy smoke Every hope i could have seen in his troubling tries Would fall down with the force of his suffering eyes Scuffle and rise from the gutter just to make the people wonder Where i came from, the rubble of lies I'm in a tunnel now, in the warm yellow flare Of the headlights grazing a sky that seemed red Get stronger, get swallowed by the concrete I follow the glow, go to sleep under a palm tree

CHORUS

Saw a man in the street and i wasn't aware Of that familiar look behind his air of despair Prepare to be scared if you don't know What's hiding under your stairs The people you see, but don't hear, we just let them be there Why be bothered, i was always in the front seat And who is he to talk to, i know he's trying to front me Dying slowly, i am only going home Got to wake up in the morning, got to take it with a lonely groan But i wasn't always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak Now i know we better find out this before we speak It's not easy to climb out when the wall is steep

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