Wolfgang Press, The – So Long Dead

I’m out of the forest

I’m out of the wilds

I’m out of the forest

And into the light

I’m out of extinction

And into the scene

I’m out of extinction

And into the meaning

Where can I be?

Well, I’m so long sad

So long dead

So long beaten

But here I stand

Breathing love as mean as this

Where can I be?

Sinking in the self

And making it a bride

Preaching in love and making it a liar

Making love is not what I said

Freaks a double meaning

Meaning man

So long man

So long dead

So long man

So long dead

I’m sick and tired of what man has achieved

Sick in riches trying to make him be seen

My mind is double vacant

Making me a liar

Stick it to your face and then make it alright

So long man

So long dead

So long beaten but here I stand

Breathing love as mean as this

Breaking love as cheap as this

Where can I be?

Thinking it’s sad to be on my own

Making it back to become so old

Genocide likes walking home

I’m breathing it down to be on my own

A little sympathy is what you need

A little sympathy is what I fear

A little sympathy

So long dead

So long will time have caused a genocide

Making a sport from a man paralysed

Breathing love as mean as this

Breaking love as cheap as this

So long man

So long dead

So long man

So long dead

(Allen, Cox, Gray)

Drums: Craig Vear.

Engineered: Drostan Madden, Guy Fixsen, Andy Kowalski