Iliac Thorns: suitcase jam


Sitting alone in his favourite chair
memories of past hounting everywhere
try to reach out, but hearts feeling bare
lustful thoughts, now seem so unfair

The pain of aging washed over him as he sighs,
The road that he took, he cannot deny
His past shadows him and he cannot hide,
His memories reminding him of his tainted youthful grind.

But in the darkness, a new force arises
Japanese businessmen, in his body, he disguises
Controlling his actions, his every move
He's no longer himself, he's got something to prove

He's an impotent grandpa lost in time,
Misery his only friend, his only bind,
Memories haunt him 'til the end of the line,
All that's left, his tainted youthful grind.

The thoughts of his younger self are all he has now,
The endless nights of drinking didn't show him how,
To be grateful for the love he had when he wore the crown,
Now he's just a shadow waiting to drown.

Innocent grandopa
lost in time
Innocent grandpa
Lost in time

The pain of aging washed over him as he sighs,
The road that he took, he cannot deny

He's an impotent grandpa lost in time,
Misery his only friend, his only bind,
Memories haunt him 'til the end of the line,
All that's left, his tainted youthful grind.