Blueline Medic Welcome Paradox Lyrics

Welcome Paradox Lyrics

Cursing crimson walls, a thousand

or so souls on the floor shouldering
away through strobe and intoxicated,

having berated himself in the hall
and not for the last time.

Theres never a last time.

He's waiting
again for the inevitable flash of recognition.

Yelling in casual tones,
I'll just go and say hello.

Strange things these obligations.

Strange things these invitations.

Its never the last time, is it?

From what can you take your leave

if the sense have been smashed to
smithereens?

Hell have to cop this sweet,

although there is nothing
sweet about it . . .

Nothing at all.