Pseudonyms - Gregor Samsa

Pseudonyms by Gregor Samsa
From the album Rest. ( 2008 )
http://www.last.fm/music/Gregor+Samsa
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Lyrics:
Murderous art has its grips on me -
can't wrap myself around internally.
I can't seem to put my name on anything.

Our innocence yields to American dreams.
Our innocence yields to pathetic conceit.
Our innocence yields when our pocket's empty.

The softest hearts break when the deed is done.
I'll patiently wait for new days to come,
then I'll wake and rise to write another song.
Our innocence yields when we do it alone.
The exodus begins now.
I'll travel 'round and find you once more.
You're reaching out less than before, but I know you're there.