Lyrics
a lonely rage
and funny and pretty and skinny
the hunger is the meanest cage
I can t get through the days without a glaze across the face, this is the cost of art
but tonight i don t feel right
And funny and pretty and skinny, sedated and faceless
The way you hit me with your grin, i m so stupid and speechless and burned-out
soon you ll set me free and raise a flag half-mast
alive in the rhythms of movement
i like to suffer in a silent way
the way you hit me with your grin
Alive in the rhythms of movement, and funny and pretty and skinny
The hunger is the meanest cage, i can t get through the days without a glaze across the face Lawrence, soon you ll set me free and raise a flag half-mast
i can t connect to this sacred object
Alive in the rhythms of movement, and funny and pretty and skinny, i can t wait until i m back in the city
I m momentum in transit, the hunger is the meanest cage, alive in the rhythms of movement
The hunger is the meanest cage, sedated and faceless, i can t wait until i m back in the city
the way you hit me with your grin
The hunger is the meanest cage, i can t wait until i m back in the city
Sedated and faceless, a lonely rage, i m so stupid and speechless and burned-out
The hunger is the meanest cage, i can t get through the days without a glaze across the face, it s when i stop and start thinking that i realize all the people i m missing
and funny and pretty and skinny
alive in the rhythms of movement
I can t get through the days without a glaze across the face, the hunger is the meanest cage, i can t wait until i m back in the city
sedated and faceless
The bar was open but for me the bar was closing, a lonely rage
You re so smart and witty, a lonely rage
and sometimes it feels like i don t even exist in this place
alive in the rhythms of movement
sedated and faceless
I like to suffer in a silent way, i can t get through the days without a glaze across the face Arms, the hunger is the meanest cage
The way you hit me with your grin, you re so smart and witty
sedated and faceless
alive in the rhythms of movement
soon you ll set me free and raise a flag half-mast
Alive in the rhythms of movement, alive in the rhythms of movement, the hunger is the meanest cage
i felt like we were at a loss
And now i m almost over it, the bar was open but for me the bar was closing The, you re so smart and witty
the bar was open but for me the bar was closing
Alive in the rhythms of movement, sedated and faceless The, the hunger is the meanest cage
