Riot Trip
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Rot (October 18th 1999) (3:17)
Half-formed words in a chaotic mind
I'm a one trick pony at the end of the line
Filling up the air with a silent scream
Now paranoia reigns somewhere between dreams
While I'm still tripping on a dying dream
There's a cell block behind me next to Lethe's stream
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
The end waits here for all of us
There's nothing left that I can call my own
And yes I think it's beautiful
And yes I think it's beautiful
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
No hope no reason
No gate back to Eden
No memory to lead me to the living tomb of conceding
No love to poison me
Just shallow pools of ecstasy
I'm tripping on the riot in my head
The riot in my head
I'm a one trick pony at the end of the line
Filling up the air with a silent scream
Now paranoia reigns somewhere between dreams
While I'm still tripping on a dying dream
There's a cell block behind me next to Lethe's stream
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
The end waits here for all of us
There's nothing left that I can call my own
And yes I think it's beautiful
And yes I think it's beautiful
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
No hope no reason
No gate back to Eden
No memory to lead me to the living tomb of conceding
No love to poison me
Just shallow pools of ecstasy
I'm tripping on the riot in my head
The riot in my head
version 2:
from Action Packed Self Destruction (June 14th 2014) (2:56)
Half-formed words in a chaotic mind
I'm a one trick pony at the end of the line
Filling up the air with a silent scream
Now paranoia reigns somewhere between dreams
While I'm still tripping on a dying dream
There's a cell block behind me next to Lethe's stream
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
The end waits for all of us there
There's nothing left that I can call my own
And yes I think it's beautiful
And yes I think it's beautiful
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
No hope no reason
No gate back to Eden
No memory to lead me to the living tomb of conceding
No love to poison me
Just shallow pools of ecstasy
I'm tripping on the riot in my head
The riot in my head
I'm a one trick pony at the end of the line
Filling up the air with a silent scream
Now paranoia reigns somewhere between dreams
While I'm still tripping on a dying dream
There's a cell block behind me next to Lethe's stream
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
The end waits for all of us there
There's nothing left that I can call my own
And yes I think it's beautiful
And yes I think it's beautiful
No signs that could tie me to a devil's road
Just a blanket of remorse and another load
No hope no reason
No gate back to Eden
No memory to lead me to the living tomb of conceding
No love to poison me
Just shallow pools of ecstasy
I'm tripping on the riot in my head
The riot in my head