Title: Selfish Bastard
Subtitle:
Artist: Take-Out
Album:
Author: Terrence
Copyright:
Tabled by: Terrence (GuitarPunkB182@prodigy.net)
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 100 BPM
Tracks: 4
Instruments:
Bars: 81

Lyric

The record skipped into a momentary lap(se) on a damaged groove,
what seemingly lasted as close to what we can comprehend forever to be.
Used. We all feel used;
abandoned, misunderstood, burned out and abused,
in a dense fog that is our ego.
Never again will I take her for granted.

I still walk with her.
I still speak with her.
Oh, the comfort of a loving mother.

Ashamed of every path taken,
understanding the ones that put you here will burn you to ash without hesitation.
We walk in her shoes, our lives running parallel through different times.
Some strange twist of fate created through ironic design.
We are born from the same light,
into the burden of living the same life.
Left with everything to contemplate and no chains broken;
the shell of a lfie that was once so outspoken.
Sinking into the dark Atlantic floor, nearly drowning.
Our life choices stinging and distorting our vision like a steady wind.

We were all cut form the samee cloth, in some way.
I've learned that from her.
We are nothing. We are everything.
We are the future that ruins;
we are the past that keeps repeating until we've become bored and affluent.

"There is no choice. You will walk with me."
Oh, the comfort of a loving mother.