Slow Slow - Sound of Rum

Time used to move in a ring, it still does

Day after day after day

There don’t seem to be no way out of this ring

Every day is the same, same as the last

The nights go past too fast when the glass is frosted

The mask will slip and I slip

Ring, it revolves round and round unresolved

And the drugs make my memories fuzz

Try to control my own thoughts, solitary figure

War round in circles watching the faces contort

Friends become monsters

Slippery shadows who speak the same tongue

Who beat the same drum

Ring it revolves round and round and resolved

Feel the sting deep inside as I stroll

Ring it revolves, every action’s foretold I’ve been told

Smoke I inhale is blowed out my mouth in a ring

Thick grey rings of smoke

Time used to move in a ring unprovoked

Sign of the truth in a thing is the use of a thing

And I’m reminded of newness in spring

A sign of the truth in a thing, use in a thing

What use is a ring made of smoke?

Sign of the truth in a thing is the use in a thing

And time it still moves in a ring because

Every day is slow, slow

Every night get faster, faster

Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer

In the branches of an oak, my heart broke it broke

But now the pain is faint faint

So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t

But every day it’s the same though

Every day is slow, slow

Every night get faster, faster

Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer

In the branches of an oak, my heart broke

But now the pain is faint

So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t

Whether you fight, whether you run

Clear that the end has begun

I’m seeing devils in front of my eyes

And they keep beckoning and tempting

Many wise souls did befriend him, but I refrain

Rain clouds pregnant with the rain

Seen the same every day, I know it’s up to us to change

I don’t doubt that you don’t want this

But we’re up against more than we think

Paused on the brink of a gaping precipice

Hesitant, derelict, slow from the sedative

Devilish people never stop asking where the treasure is

I’m like «look, everything is relative, man…»

Whatever the case, the case, never this feeling

Stealing a sly glance at what could have been

In a trance saying «what comes next?»

«How long before the last sunset sets over our heads?»

Heads looking the wise one, stride on

Gotta stay alive, strong

Never beens scared of my neighbor

Stand up tall, swing out with my sabre

Against the invader, look, rampant mental piracy

Complete invasion of privacy

Not much left that inspires me here

Gotta come close, come near

Bun fear, bun meekness

Some fear their weakness, we don’t

Some ready to surrender, we won’t

One thing’s for sure sure, gotta be bold

We were all born free souls but

Every day’s still slow, slow

Every night get faster, faster

Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer

In the branches of an oak, my heart broke it broke

But now the pain is faint faint

So don’t tell yourself that you’re happy if you ain’t

But every day it’s the same though

Every day is slow, slow

Every night get faster, faster

Ask the moon a question and I receive its midnight answer

In the branches of an oak, my heart broke

But now the pain is faint

So don’t tell yourself you’re happy if you ain’t