Death Becomes Warm

Death Becomes Warm

By Andy Allchurch

 

 

The blues is eating into my soul

Too much pressure is making me cold

And now darker enemies dawn

Is this the time that death becomes warm

The spirits have entered into my brain

The voices calling are driving me insane

And now darker enemies dawn

Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

 

Let me tell you, I was once focused on faith

Dark deeds and dark words were out of place

But I let my defences down

And now I’m stuck with the devils clown

His words are frustrating in transmission

My life has turned into an exhibition

No relief from his vigorous verses

I’m dammed to an eternity of the devils curses

 

 

Let me say, I requested love in a fair way

Got down on my knees and began to pray

My resistance was low against attack

Now I’ve got this clown on my back

My thoughts he dehumanises and defiles

My life’s a joke, but no smiles

No respite and no temporary delay

I’m beyond alteration; there’s been an invasion, a fait accompli

 

The blues is eating into my soul
Too much pressure is making me cold
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm
The spirits have entered my brain
The voices calling are driving me insane
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

I’ll tell you now, don’t wish for what you desire
It maybe impossible or improbable, but the devil is for hire
When you’re feeling low, feeling withdrawn
A wisecrack from a wise guy, you conform
Your mind is his, nothing to withhold
You’ve signed a treaty, now your body sold
No way out, no escape plan
The devils jester now becomes your right hand man

 

Now I’m stuck in the devils mine, down and forlorn
A joker on my back from dusk till dawn
No departure lounge, no bargaining plea
And no way will he take an exit fee
He’s killing me with his demands
Life for me is out of my hands
Fires from hell where people scorn
Now this is the place where death becomes warm

 

The blues is eating into my soul
Too much pressure is making me cold
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm
The spirits have entered into my brain
The voices calling are driving me insane
And now darker enemies dawn
Is this the time that death becomes warm

 

Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013