Red Ants - A Kind of Grim lyrics

My soul grieves like the ( ) of a dying pension Receiving his last rights On his very last night Lots of memories of his soon to be past life At night, I walk streets of asphalt and concrete The way behind me lies a very long past And I'm still walking underneath the shadow that it cast Kinda like the taste in your mouth that regret makes an old man's regular garbage bag full of ca**ette tapes Take a story I was read in a book about a man who tripped himself being chased through the woods Running as fast as he could Towards a brilliant light Or the man behind him hacked at his back with a knife It's like a story that I was once told By my grandfather, 83 years old About a girl he once knew and how she was so lovely A ray of sunshine in a world so ugly And the truth is I'm tired of ( ) my girl Cuz I'm feeling care being expressed with my tongue I know it sounds funny but really the truth is Well sometimes what we have seems so useless Like a nightmare Why're you trying to scream so loud But no matter how hard you try nothing comes out Don't ask me to talk about my problems Won't make me feel better you ain't gonna solve 'em Cuz, lately I've been feeling kind of grim Tearing myself with this state that I'm in Maybe this is where is all begins And I will recognize myself when I come out the other end [x2] |Whatever happened to that kid?| That kid flipped his lid soon as he turned 20 Just like his father did Ran around the city stealing cars and sh** Walked into 52 Division 'fessed to all of it Yo, last time I saw him he was waiting for the bus Looking at me funny like I was someone he didn't trust I guess that's why he no longer comes see's us I heard he lives on a (mount?) talks about Jesus |What about that one dude?| He moved to B.C To where ( ) secret agents that only he could see Came back for a while he was crashing on my couch With the sh** coming out of his mouth had to kick him out Now he wanders the downtown vicinity Throwing up his tag, muttering about conspiracy So now what if we don't really talk and sh** But the other night I dreamt I had a dream about an apocalypse |What about the one kid who always wore that jean jack?| The cops beat him half to d**h Left him with brain damage Still see him on the block looking like the living dead Cuz he never did recover from the damage to his head |Now what about what's his name?| Well as he got older Fell into a depression, diagnosed with bi-polar He put out an album, that sh** was kinda weak They found him sitting half naked in a snowy, wooded (peak?) The thing is, lately I've been feeling kind of grim Tearing myself with this state that I'm in Maybe this is where is all begins And I will recognize myself when I come out the other end [x4]