Buck 65 The Suffering Machine Lyrics:
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
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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
Lyrics: The Suffering Machine, Buck 65 [end]