Death with Dignity - Sufjan Stevens

Cold seems crippling Lame meander through corridors Aroma's thick with age Mark off the day Reflections of my life are fading, pull me out of body Don't want it, don't want in, feeble frail and rotting, descending I'm lost in a structure that's collapsing, don't want it Cast into, maker take the body, don't want it, it wants me Past has found its place Salvation is no more Will God accept my peace? Bleach will pardon me Reflections of my life are fading, pull me out of body Don't want it, don't want in, feeble frail and rotting, descending I'm lost in a structure that's collapsing, don't want it Cast into, maker take the body, don't want it, it wants me I just want to run Fly kites, wrestle, jump and play Swim through waves that crash to shore Memories in me, cocooned in misery I'm sick and tired Of embracing reflections of past time Receive me or cast me away God, please take me away Resistance futile, suicidal ideas I will crucify my own being Satisfy selfish needs, fuck the deities Justify my own right to what's waiting for me On the other side of me, the time has come Lock and load I'm coming (I'm coming) I'm coming (I'm coming) I'm coming (I'm coming) I'm coming home Pull me out of body, don't want it, don't want in Pull me out of body, don't want it, don't want in Pull me out of body, don't want it, don't want in, feeble frail and rotting, descending I'm lost in a structure that's collapsing, descending Don't want it, maker take the body, don't want it, don't want in Pull me out of body, don't want it, don't want in, feeble frail and rotting, descending I'm lost in a structure that's collapsing, descending Don't want it, maker take the body, don't want it, it wants me I just want to run Fly kites, wrestle, jump and play Swim through waves that crash to shore Memories in me, cocooned in misery The darkness overcomes Soul soars to the other plain Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay I asked a God for poison cradle me Sown to my dreams, souls searching Death blossoms where clouds lie over me Held in God's hands, death blooming Dark for fear of failure An inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting Roiling hate Death grip in my veins Unveiling rancid petals flowering forth foul nectar The space between a blink and a tear Death blooms

Numbing rumble Countless medicine Depleted from Years of abuse Death rattle shaking And there's no faking, undertaking Pressure point Rigor mortis Induce Grasp of poison hands Death rattle shaking From years of compulsive mistaking Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Disease of eyes The addict blindfold Reduced to The realms of death Death rattle shaking Accumulating life it's taking Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes I've seen the end And there is no light Like deadly snakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death rattle shakes Death!

I don't mean to dwell, but I can't help myself When I feel the vibe and taste a memory Of a time in life, when years seemed to stand still I close my eyes and sink within myself Relive the gift of precious memories In need of a fix called innocence When did it begin, the change to come was undetectable The open wounds expose the importance of our innocence A high that can never be bought or sold Symbolic acts, so vivid Yet at the same time were invisible Savor what you feel and what you see Things that may not seem important now But may be tomorrow Do you remember when things seemed so eternal? Heroes were so real, their magic frozen in time The only way to learn is be aware and hold on tight I close my eyes and sink within myself Relive the gift of precious memories In need of a fix called innocence When did it begin, the change to come was undetectable The open wounds expose the importance of our innocence A high that can never be bought or sold Symbolic acts, so vivid Yet at the same time were invisible

I love the feeling when we lift off Watching the world so small below I love the dreaming when I think of The safety in the clouds out my window I wonder what keeps us so high up? Could there be a love beneath these wings? If we suddenly fall should I scream out? Or keep very quiet and cling to My mouth as I'm crying? So frightened of dying Relax, yes, I'm trying But fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me I love the quiet of the night time When the sun is drowned in the deathly sea I can feel my heart beating as I speed from The sense of time catching up with me The sky's set out like a pathway But who decides which route we take? As people drift into a dreamworld I close my eyes as my hands shake And when I see a new day Who's driving this anyway? I picture my own grave 'Cause fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Floating neither up or down I wonder when I'll hit the ground Will the earth beneath my body shake And cast your sleeping hearts awake? Could it tremble stars from moonlit skies? Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes? I live on the right side, I sleep in the left That's why everything's got to be love or death Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on me Yes, this fear's got a hold on...

Hey, no ins and outs You come out, your shit is gone Bitch Goin' back to Tangier With some Jordans and a spear Post-chrisitan shit Post chicken or the egg addiction shit Pass the sherm stick Neo-reality Be the freak you wanna see Just don't follow me I'm on a journey to The center of three Grab your fucking chain and drag you through the bike lane While everybody's like no I got this pregnant snake Stay surrounded by long hairs A plethroa of maniacs And spiral stairs Make your water break In the apple store Sink or swim, who fucking cares Cut the birth cords Press send Yeah thick Gaga can't handle this shit Headed for the sammy davis wing Throw up a black hole at the entrance of linens n things On the way Never call it a day Visit Tesla's grave for the ninth time today Still on the way Bigger wigs (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) (When you come out Your shit is gone) I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone When you come out Your shit is gone You'll catch a jpeg to the head über reach You're an intern On wikileaks Most loved therefore most hated Come and knock on the door we've been waiting for you Game changer Reclusive aggressive Yingin and yanging noided Info warrior jack the hacker The rolling stoner Profit on disaster My existence is a Momentary lapse of reason Got the DNA of gothic lemons Shred it thirteen times Out of eleven Your bad ideas are the ATM Shed my skin Leave it for the homeless To sleep in Prodigal, fuck that nautical Teachin bitches how to swim I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) (Teachin' bitches how to swim) Now backstroke Through your k-hole Don't run Ya might slip The table's flipped now we got all the coconuts bitch Burmese babies under each arm Screamin' beautiful songs The cray cray ultra contrarion Havin' conversations With your car alam When you come out Your shit is gone Soon your crew will be servin' sandwiches named after me Vietnamese style fool, please Front row at the mass games Untracable by name You speak of us in certain cicles you will be dethroned or detained Gone Gone Your shit is gone Gone When you come out Your shit is gone I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers I'm in I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I'm in your area I know the first three numbers I'm in I know the first three numbers

We embrace Judgment Day We embrace new inventions Find your grace in defeat We embrace new intentions Forced on us by decree We are the ones to change the world now Still in control of all machinery We claim the right to pull the trigger And damage your image of honor Inventing, improving, creating existence Embrace the technological remedy Robotic legions stand in line to carry out The retribution and effects of this advanced technology All new inventions have to pay (have to pay the price) They have to fight their way To Judgment Day (technological tragedy is near) We are the ones that rule the world now You are entrapped by blind inanity There is no way that you'll revoke your decision Now look for distraction Inventing, improving, creating existence Embrace the technological elegy Robotic legions stand in line to carry out The retribution and effects of this advanced technology All new inventions have to pay (have to pay the price) They have to fight their way to Judgment Day (technological force) We are the enhanced natural leaders Turning righteous men into deceivers Schemes of the mind, absence of soul Symbol of the triumph over human race Cold-blooded kind, minds are controlled Doomsday has arrived, there is no escape I am forever the snake devouring its tail (devouring its tail) In search of eternity We embrace new inventions Find your grace in defeat We embrace new intentions No one stands in our way Inventing, improving, creating existence Embrace the technological misery Robotic legions stand in line to carry out The retribution and effects of this advanced technology All new inventions have to pay (to pay the price) They have to fight their way to Judgment Day (technological times shall flourish) Fight your (we are your leaders) Way out (never displease us) Show no remorse

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour