ACID by The Secret Suspects Lyrics
(Intro)
And now let us follow the journey of the acid man
(Verse 1)
He dove face-first into the barrel
Came out looking like a new man
A being made possible by science
Treated like a human under comatose
What is he staring at? Is he even staring?
Can he see us? Can he even see?
(Chorus)
A natural disaster born of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Verse 2)
A poetic discovery worth writing a paragraph about
Send that in and get a prize in the letterbox
Tragedies can too be celebrated as triumphs
When you have no recollection of what you once were
What is he listening to? Is he even listening?
Can he hear us? Can he even hear anything?
(Chorus)
A natural disaster born of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Bridge)
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Shakes him about, never having to pay for the ride
Man of acid, wakes up and then falls back unconscious
The alarm clock has no idea if he breathes or even can breathe
Man of acid, his short time shortly runs out...
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
A sea eyes deep, a sea eyes deep
A sea eyes deep, a sea eyes deep
A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D
(Verse 3)
Is he still alive or have we been pondering over a dead man?
Does a man still have merit if he stays still and can't speak
Is he capable of expressing his own way of life or is he a brick
Deaf, blind, mute, brute, confused about the pure amused abuse
The pages write themselves, we must air another season
Roads are no match for someone able to cross them
But why would a newly converted...
But why would a newly converted... chicken cross the road
To never be or not to be... which is the real question?
Which is the real question?
Deaf, blind, mute, brute, confused about the amused abuse
The pages write themselves...
(Chorus)
A natural disaster of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Bridge)
Shakes him about, never having to pay for the ride
The alarm clock has no idea if he breathes or even can breathe
In a comfortable room, his final resting place and his last wish
(Outro)
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
A sea eyes deep
To be left to his own desire
A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D
See!
And now let us follow the journey of the acid man
(Verse 1)
He dove face-first into the barrel
Came out looking like a new man
A being made possible by science
Treated like a human under comatose
What is he staring at? Is he even staring?
Can he see us? Can he even see?
(Chorus)
A natural disaster born of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Verse 2)
A poetic discovery worth writing a paragraph about
Send that in and get a prize in the letterbox
Tragedies can too be celebrated as triumphs
When you have no recollection of what you once were
What is he listening to? Is he even listening?
Can he hear us? Can he even hear anything?
(Chorus)
A natural disaster born of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Bridge)
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Shakes him about, never having to pay for the ride
Man of acid, wakes up and then falls back unconscious
The alarm clock has no idea if he breathes or even can breathe
Man of acid, his short time shortly runs out...
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
A sea eyes deep, a sea eyes deep
A sea eyes deep, a sea eyes deep
A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D
(Verse 3)
Is he still alive or have we been pondering over a dead man?
Does a man still have merit if he stays still and can't speak
Is he capable of expressing his own way of life or is he a brick
Deaf, blind, mute, brute, confused about the pure amused abuse
The pages write themselves, we must air another season
Roads are no match for someone able to cross them
But why would a newly converted...
But why would a newly converted... chicken cross the road
To never be or not to be... which is the real question?
Which is the real question?
Deaf, blind, mute, brute, confused about the amused abuse
The pages write themselves...
(Chorus)
A natural disaster of catastrophic proportions
War-torn and scarred without signing the draft
Man of acid, his face rots as the ground he stands on
Pulls him in like quicksand, the horrors of accidental discovery
(Bridge)
Shakes him about, never having to pay for the ride
The alarm clock has no idea if he breathes or even can breathe
In a comfortable room, his final resting place and his last wish
(Outro)
Eye a deep sea, eye a deep sea
A sea eyes deep
To be left to his own desire
A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D, A-C-I-D
See!