Bastard Time Lyrics

	Nothing gave birth to time
	Time has no birthday, no mum no dad
	Nobody ever taught time
	No social contract, moral code, no good no bad
	And in the dirt, in the bottle of our poor atmosphere
	The lesson here is never learnt
	You feed on dogs bodies, on carcasses of government
	You tongue the graft over the grief
	Bastard time, you give no relief
	But it’s said you give relief
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	What do you love?
	Leaves turned, woods burned, ashes then are what you love?
	Fraud time, child’s birthday
	Spring deceit, brood love
	Tiny feet, callous time
	You light the womb like a pantomime stage
	Give dress to plainness, cake to age
	And make us clowns
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	You give the cheeks a rosy hue
	As the lips are turning blue
	This is the artist in you, bastard time
	And you our guide to perpetual suicide
	But what makes you sad, what makes you tired?
	What says to you as you’re passing it by
	“Oh no, no, no, this should never have died”?
	To be the snake, and the sword, and the veil
	To author the joke and be the sting in the tail
	No currency can buy
	No tale can ever tell
	No thread can make a stitch in you
	Nor any tolling bell arrest you

	Nothing gave birth to time
	Time has no birthday, no mum no dad
	Nobody ever taught time
	No social contract, moral code, no good no bad
	And in the dirt, in the bottle of our poor atmosphere
	The lesson here is never learnt
	You feed on dogs bodies, on carcasses of government
	You tongue the graft over the grief
	Bastard time, you give no relief
	But it' s said you give relief
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	What do you love?
	Leaves turned, woods burned, ashes then are what you love?
	Fraud time, child' s birthday
	Spring deceit, brood love
	Tiny feet, callous time
	You light the womb like a pantomime stage
	Give dress to plainness, cake to age
	And make us clowns
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	You give the cheeks a rosy hue
	As the lips are turning blue
	This is the artist in you, bastard time
	And you our guide to perpetual suicide
	But what makes you sad, what makes you tired?
	What says to you as you' re passing it by
	" Oh no, no, no, this should never have died"?
	To be the snake, and the sword, and the veil
	To author the joke and be the sting in the tail
	No currency can buy
	No tale can ever tell
	No thread can make a stitch in you
	Nor any tolling bell arrest you

	Nothing gave birth to time
	Time has no birthday, no mum no dad
	Nobody ever taught time
	No social contract, moral code, no good no bad
	And in the dirt, in the bottle of our poor atmosphere
	The lesson here is never learnt
	You feed on dogs bodies, on carcasses of government
	You tongue the graft over the grief
	Bastard time, you give no relief
	But it' s said you give relief
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	What do you love?
	Leaves turned, woods burned, ashes then are what you love?
	Fraud time, child' s birthday
	Spring deceit, brood love
	Tiny feet, callous time
	You light the womb like a pantomime stage
	Give dress to plainness, cake to age
	And make us clowns
	You heal the wound like a crocodile saves its victim for later
	You give the cheeks a rosy hue
	As the lips are turning blue
	This is the artist in you, bastard time
	And you our guide to perpetual suicide
	But what makes you sad, what makes you tired?
	What says to you as you' re passing it by
	" Oh no, no, no, this should never have died"?
	To be the snake, and the sword, and the veil
	To author the joke and be the sting in the tail
	No currency can buy
	No tale can ever tell
	No thread can make a stitch in you
	Nor any tolling bell arrest you

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