| "I, The Throw Away" ~ Matthew Good Band (The Audio Of Being) |
| Made a man out of me, A killing machine, Your baby's going to die ma, Your baby's coming home. You know they put a man on the moon, Simply to prove that we all need a place to go. Where we're not known, Where we're not. And to a lesser degree, I can recall breathing easy, But the deficit rolls, Built up I suppose. Picking up the pieces, Of another fucked up reason, For selling of some freedom that was never free, Well, never absolutely Never absolutely. Made a mess out of me, A killing machine. Sometimes when I need them, If I look hard enough to see them, I can find my feet. As I push against gravity, In and out of having them been, Led by defeat, So one more time's all I need. |