10000 Ways

Reckless and limp, small swollen brain A gaze that reveals everything Wet as a rat, been soaked for years Drinking gin after gin Insanity enters in... Looking for the keys, violent as hell Now hearing the words of truth Blind mindless fuck, indifferent And ready to waste another youth Spinning wheels, speeding up Braking too late, crashing through the gate Destroying what gets in the way Ah... there are 10000 ways to die With honour and pride, heart open wide We all want to leave Ah... there are 10000 ways to die Sometimes our destiny is something else That we've always believed Blood on the road that leads us to hell Traces will vanish in a haze Hate and disgust, no sympathy The faster one will win this race Spinning wheels, speeding up Braking too late, crashing through the gate Destroying what gets in the way Ah... there are 10000 ways to die With honour and pride, heart open wide We all want to leave Ah... there are 10000 ways to die Sometimes our destiny is something else That we've always believed

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon Time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms So to America the brave Wise men save Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got plans for us nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see pieces of valentine With just a song of mine to keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got time to kill sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise mens child Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you No he'll never, never fight over you

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 08, 2025