Caveat Empire - Cycles Lyrics

Cycles of slow mess
Filthy in my best uniform
Smelling of tainted perfume
Crawling out the wreckage soon

Earthquake come along and open up the town
Spare us this disaster take the crooked home as well

Just take a breath and freeze beneath
The coldest month so long it seems
But tomorrow never looked so good
Until there summer stood

And all, and all
All the junkies gotta starve and fall, and fall
Life is like a needle in your arm

Fall to your grave
There are chills that don't leave
All torn inside
Life will kill you slowly

You can blame it on your mother if you want too
But I don't so let there be peace praise
More sets of cycles

Cycles of slow mess
Filthy in my best uniform
Smelling of tainted perfume
Hollow out the wreckage sooth

Earthquake come along and open up the town
Spare us this disaster cut the crooked home as well

All you can say
There are chills that don't leave
There are chills that don't leave
There are chills that don't leave
Until the end you suffer cycles