The Suffering Machine Lyrics - Buck 65

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down 

Jackets and shoes 

Pistols and pens 

Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends 

I wake up nervous 

Sunday is gloomy 

Eyes on the sidewalk 

Look right through me 

I hear myself breathing 

Trying to focus 

Goodbye Babylon 

Wandering hopeless 

The drifter 

Singing the lament to the non-trier 

The isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire 

But I don't live anywhere 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down 

I pick all the flowers 

Extinguish the flames 

The insanities, I can remember all of their names 

The bottom of the barrel 

It's no way how to be 

But the cold and the silence 

beats the shit out of me 

The windows are wooden 

And I shouldn't complain 

I'll just keep digging 

Until I'm good and insane 

Cobwebs and apple corers 

Old ghosts and vestiges 

The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages 

But I don't live anywhere 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down 

Lost in a haze 

Of fantasy in folklore 

The woman I love, she don't want me no more 

Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild 

Full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child 

Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long viewing, completely disappeared 

and cleared of all wrong doing 

Challenging the calendars 

And tempting the clocks 

Tree knocked over 

Inside an empty box 

And I don't live anywhere 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Black Angel 

Carry me down