The Slow Rythyms of a Dead-Beat - Deserters

Here it goes again, time to fake a smile.

Life has been this way for quite

a while.

I fucked it up all by myself.

I couldn’t bear to ask for help.

Now, there’s nothing fueling all the hate inside, it’s just another day

without my child.

I abandoned hearts.

I abandoned homes.

I did this all on

my own.

Here it goes again, pretend that it’s all fine.

Hate’s all I’ve

got, but at least it’s mine.

I fucked it up all by myself.

I left love

behind all on my own.

So, bear witness to weakness, he’s staring right at

you.

It’s taken this long just to tell you the truth.

You’re looking right

back, but there’s nothing to see.

I hope when you grow up, you’re nothing

like me.

And the worst of times… they last forever.

Just like the hands on a broken clock, time just seems to have stopped and

yours will never rest on mine again.

The slow rhythms of a dead-beat.

DEAD-BEAT.