reflecting pool of chaos
Words and music written by Chris Soulis. Instrumentation is as follows: Chris Soulis - guitar/ vocals; Mike Matthews - drums/ trombone; Mark Murray - bass; Mitch Snider - guitar
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I drove to the city with a chip on my shoulder and contempt in my eyes. Heard your voice through the fiber optics settling for a lie. And the it was reminded me of last week when I nearly died. But I can't be sure I believe one word for it feels like a fucking fight.
So take a trip through the mountains; take a trip through the sea. Gather all your malcontents and turn them into memories. Find some heaven or heavenly hell and bask in the chagrin of a million mistakes stacked up so high that they have collapsed the sky.
God damn, I'm such a mess. Do you have to agree?
Speak in silence or solemn tones wishing I wasn't around. Making sense of sadness when sadness is the only fucking sense to be found. Kicked in the teeth and I'm spitting blood but I'll make it through the night, though I'd rather die on the cold hard ground than be crushed later on in life.
God damn, I'm such a mess. Do you have to agree?
God damn, I'm such a mess. Do you have to agree?
Do you have to agree?
Do you have to agree?
Do you have to agree?
God damn, I'm such a mess. Do you have to agree?
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