"Songs For The Ugly" genre: Leftfield
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	Jesus of the sewers, feed my fears
	CD: Songs for the Ugly   Label: Epidemic Rcds Credits: ŠThe Mad, SOCAN
	Lyrics So many words, so little time Strange days are flying by Grey eyes of evolution, offering no solutions Needing solutions here In these small hours, their presence so cold Ghost of tomorrow vibrate within Spelling big-headed sin Spirits can fuck the wind for all i really care For all i really care You care not to listen? We care not to care. No one sees the rain yet water lies Ripples below their feet as i walk slow through a million circles Each and everyone, the same drab ring I'm no longer a clown content with this frown Too many people in my face, no more, I'm outta this place Leave it all to cloudy skies a song rise for the newly dies Peanut in a shell, close the lid i'm out of this hell Go down in darkness where i dwell This home is good rat people tell I owe empty thanks to them, lusting trust and then, now and then Dischord threatens this unity, you see i've read the forecast Today's weather is 100% rain Life without passion, life without loss Like the ocean waves, simply lost Come a thousand people, on the shore Running from the freedom, that it implores. The focal point of a dream can be obscured, so complicated and torn at the edges. A spider web of fear and the suppression of change can weather any human soul to the point of obscurity. Defend your life,defend your mind never bow to the power of charisma. The silent and passive wield strength beyond words and within your heart may be the deprivation of passion. A lonely agony i have known these things, and these dirty puddles around me mean nothing. Triumph of the spirit will soon follow. Soon will follow. To the blue side of lonesome And the sky hanging over Touch the hand of empty space And a world within it's own domain Some nights will live forever But so many are lost like tears in the rain Like tears in the rain Get the fuck out of my face You don't deserve to be in my place You beleive in everything but yourself It's time to trust what's in your guts Bleed for me You smelly human bleed Jesus of the sewers Feed my fears

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