The Day Before I Die Lyrics

THE DAY BEFORE I DIE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
I guess it could be today for all I know, the way I feel right now I’d be
glad to go, down through the well of souls, where forever lost forever
goes, costume sync and dumb shows, god’s alibi’s all full of holes.
Death is the ultimate humiliation, life’s simplest feat and deepest
complication, grave all silence and flowers, given to the sphere of
savage powers, consummated in the unclocked hours, where light
leaks and darkness showers.
I wonder will I be thinking about my life will I be wondering why, will I
be alive at all the day before I die.
Sometimes I can feel the strain of balance keeping, and the dreams of
creation sleeping, unlocked fugitive grief, the unknowable transposed
in belief, warlord and gentle little thief, slow falling October leaf.
I wonder who is supposed to be amused, inspired intoxicated or
merely confused, cities of painted dirt, filth factories pump out hurt,
legendary politicians flirt, Friday tries on it’s new shirt.
The ennui sends out a soulful and trivial sigh, I wonder if I’ll be Michael McGuire - The Day Before I Die - http://motolyrics.com/michael-mcguire/the-day-before-i-die-lyrics.html
wasting time the day before I die.
As our orbit passes thorough the comets tail, I feel the hopelessness
of a man in jail, where the cancer feels like cure, the pollution is so
pure, caught in limbo’s lure, only doubt feels sure.
This hardwired fact feels more like a fiction, written in someone else’s
book someone else’s diction, the heritage of a starless birth, miners of
dubious worth, farmers of the cosmic dearth, carpenters of soulless
mirth.
It’s the thought that puts the weight into my body, it s the action of
that makes this life seem so shoddy, and I wonder will I be drowning
in this, I wonder some kind of torturing bliss, will I wallow in regrets
and self defeat, will I feel like I’ve been thoroughly beat, will it be
expected or will it be a surprise, will I feel like truth or will I think like
lies, I wonder if I’ll understand my like or if I’ll even try, will I have a
life worth keeping the day before I die.

July-Aug 97