Paperback Suicide - Evangelicals

Oh you got the time

And you need my arms

So you need my help

Why should i help you at all?

Don’t you know i would give to you

When i was down and out into you

But what is there to do when you haven’t done anything

But I’m done treading water

Hands to my side

I’ll slowly drown

When i wash up tomorrow. surely they’ll tell

The story of the paperback suicide

Dead author in the public eye

Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his hand

Went straight into the ground

Won’t you read it to me?

Now the end is near

And i’m not feeling well

But would you change your mind

If i helped you after all

Oh i need your arms

'cause i’m so down 'n' out

But is the story that there’s no story after all?

I’m done walking tightropes, feet to the edge… i’ll slowly falll

When i smash into pieces… surely they’ll tell…

The story of the paperback suicide

Dead author in the public eye

Died enlightened and the masterstroke in his mind

Went straight into the ground

Oh won’t you read it to me?

Lower it down in the dirt with the devil. let it on down and there it goes

Drop it down in the ground keep it buried

Drop it on down, witht he sunken ghost

Down in the basement and set on the shelf

The unwritten story, the ghostwriter left

Down in the basement

Where no light can get in and no thoughts can get out and in the end it goes…

Straight into the ground