Hours passed and its already gone.
Wear your mask, new identity forming.
Hourglass reads a quarter to none.
Dig your own grave in which to bury all your heroes.
I can feel that I'm coming alive,
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
Hours passed and its already gone.
Wear your mask, new identity forming.
Hourglass reads a quarter to none.
Dig your own grave in which to bury all your heroes.
I can feel that I'm coming alive,
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
Ancient hands drawing pictures on stone,
Make your mark, tell a story tomorrow.
Hammer falls on the people bellow,
Desperation reflecting all your time is borrowed.
I can feel that I'm coming alive
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
Last chance then we're shooting the gun,
Raise your glass to the enemy falling.
Half mast raise your flag to the sun.
The dead can sleep now and we can count the ones and zeroes.
I can feel that I'm coming alive
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
Hours passed and its already gone
Wear your mask, new identity forming
Hourglass reads a quarter to none,
Dig your own grave in which to bury all your heroes.
I can feel that I'm coming alive
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
Can't see what you can't feel
Can't know what you can't touch
If seeing is not real,
Could feeling offer so much?
(Why does it matter so much?)
Love is born in the shadow of deceit,
Change your heart with a chemical instead of belief,
Play your part in the epilogue of our tragedy.
Hours passed and its already gone.
Wear your mask, new identity forming.
Hourglass reads a quarter to none.
Dig your own grave in which to bury all your heroes.
I can feel that I'm coming alive,
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
I can feel that I'm coming alive,
I can feel my evil coming alive.
Slate clean like the white of your eyes,
And I can see that I'm internalized, talk to me.
credits
released July 31, 2020
Music: NoStereo
Lyrics: Michael A. Biggam
Hi, I'm Mike, I've been making music as "Old Man Mike"
since 2009 after a friend jokingly called me that when I was listening to some nice morose (in the best possible way) Nick Cave music. I thought it was funny in my 20's, because everyone else was tiny and lil and baby. And those will get old quick. But Old Man Mike is ready made history: timeless...more
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