Lyrics - Misery's In/Misery Zen Lyrics by My Little Island

Struggle to face the propaganda that waits
The probabilities say it's in vain
So nothing move in rows and perfect columns
Roll your eyes into your head and forget what you stood for
Sail on your beautiful corpse you're better safe on the beach
Fell for what everyone wants what everybody can get
But everybody cannot quite get it
I don't get it

Hands of friends of mine
Hold me up 'cuz I'm too broken to hold my head high

Struggle to face the aging face that reflects
The face you thought you used to know well
Falling heroes' great achievements start to crumble
Out of touch and short attention to stand on tomorrow
Sail on your beautiful corpse you're better safe on the beach
Fell for what everyone wants what everybody can get
But everybody cannot quite get it
I don't get it

Hands of friends of mine
Hold me up 'cuz I'm too broken to hold my head high

Terrible thoughts give way to momentary hope
Gives way to moments of lucid dementia
Stray farther feel at one with tilted planet
Out of touch and short attention to stand on tomorrow
Sail on your beautiful corpse you better sail on today
Far from what everyone wants what everybody can get
But everybody cannot quite get it
I don't get it

It's no big surprise
Have it all but feel like nothing
Whereas the weak and tired
Somehow will still rise
We live on with nothin much yet
I get up 'cuz I still wake yet
To hold my head up high

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Lyrics by Kurt Hoffmann

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