Upon Viewing Brueghel's "Landscape With The Fall o - Titus Andronicus
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Titus Andronicus
I was born into self-actualization<br /> I knew exactly who I was<br /> But I never got my chance to be young<br /> So when you lay me inside of a coffin<br /> Bury me on the side of the hill<br /> That's a good place to get some thinking done<br /> It didn't work out the way that I planned it<br /> They all seem to want to take it away<br /> Everything that I thought to be true<br /> So it's obvious to me somebody<br /> Somewhere must have really done a number on you<br /> And I know because the fuckers got me too<br /> All the pretty horseS<br /> All flowers and trees<br /> They will all mean less than nothing<br /> When it all has come to beGod sent me a vision of the future<br /> In a dream on a Saturday night<br /> And I see no reason to celebrate<br /> For when I saw it I wept like a child<br /> It came to me like a knife in the chest<br /> You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache<br /> So Father, if it's possible<br /> Let this cup pass me by<br /> But if it can't without my drinking it<br /> Then thy will be doneLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Upon Viewing Brueghel's "Landscape With The Fall o Lyrics
I was born into self-actualization
I knew exactly who I was
But I never got my chance to be young
So when you lay me inside of a coffin
Bury me on the side of the hill
That's a good place to get some thinking done
It didn't work out the way that I planned it
They all seem to want to take it away
Everything that I thought to be true
So it's obvious to me somebody
Somewhere must have really done a number on you
And I know because the fuckers got me too
All the pretty horseS
All flowers and trees
They will all mean less than nothing
When it all has come to beGod sent me a vision of the future
In a dream on a Saturday night
And I see no reason to celebrate
For when I saw it I wept like a child
It came to me like a knife in the chest
You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache
So Father, if it's possible
Let this cup pass me by
But if it can't without my drinking it
Then thy will be done