Nothing Lyrics - Archive

My Angel! Clipped wings, I know. 

Wanders in darkness, on grimy ground. 

In a forest, unclean, unsound. 

Everything, everything's gone wild. 

Make land for the cows to graze, 

leaflets scatter around to advertise. 

Sellout 

A swamp, in it hands streched out 

to catch a passing dime. 

Donations to the rich, 

widened opavements for the poor, 

somewhere else to lie. 

But my friend the carriage door 

stands slightly ajar, 

and I know clipped wings make uneasy flight, 

but we've gotta reach! 

A place where the feast never ends, 

when the music celebrates. 

In a time when darkness belongs 

to night's skies and 

nothing else. 

Tomorrow my spirit's seen, 

fears today my mind, 

soul aches to deep, 

always craves my body to reach