Pseudocide Songtext
von Rob Bravery

Extrication

Suicide or the streets await
So take your paid holiday
And don′t complain
You may burn at the stake

Antisocial
Maverick with a twist
Who exists
For a future that never will


Dead awake
Romancing your siren's escape
Where you go
The crises and the vices follow

My career went missing in ′96
Showed up dead and periodically haunts
Me in scaly, mundane forms
'Cause nothing sticks
The parable through the nondescript
Just a slightly familiar face

Working late
Romancing your siren's escape

Slip away
The circumstance is only when you′re free

All provoked
The prickle shell is uncloaked and personal


I am a struggle against the grain