Walkin' with Michael Douglas

Redemption's Sip: A Wilhelm Scream's Cynical Heartache
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Lyrics

Send a priest to save my soul forget it

Reject the idea of seeking salvation from a priest.

Send a doctor, take my pulse forget it

Reject the notion of having a doctor check your pulse.


Feelin' it too hard is the poison

Experiencing something too intensely is the poison.

To the heart of a cynic redemption

The cynic's heart seeks redemption despite the poison.


Now I'm waking to pains and shaking

Waking up to physical pain and tremors.

My guts are rotting out

Suffering from internal decay or distress.

I'm slurring my speeches

Speaking unclearly due to intoxication.

For fun and forget you now

Engaging in reckless behavior to forget someone.

Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth

A metaphorical reference to a troubled state, seeking cleansing.

I apologize for these transgressions

Expressing regret for wrongdoing.

Wish I could say that I learned my lesson

Desire to learn from mistakes, though unsure if achieved.

But the bottle, she's calling

The allure of alcohol and its influence.

To this sickness that lives with me

A lingering illness or addiction.


All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven

Forgiveness for those with hunger and anger.

Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven

People silenced or defeated, seeking forgiveness.


Feeling it too hard is the poison

Reiteration of the poison of feeling too intensely.

To the heart of a cynic redemption

Redemption sought by the heart of a cynic despite the poison.


Regarding my wishes, washed me clean

Desire for purification and renewal of wishes.

Ring me out over and over again

Repetition of cleansing imagery.

Just promise to save my

Request to be remembered despite disgrace.

Place in your disgrace

Association with shame and a plea for preservation.


A riot can start with fuck all abounds

A chaotic situation starting with very little.

A measure of apathy so proud

Apathy as a significant factor in societal unrest.

A promising son or a drunken sound

Ambiguous reference to a potential source of disturbance.

Is the distance between you and I so far?

Questioning the emotional distance between individuals.


So long to vitriol

Bidding farewell to bitterness and hostility.

The fuck you's the chain and ball

Recognizing the burden of expressing anger.

Forget it forget it forget it forget it

Repeated rejection of certain actions or ideas.


Feeling it too hard is the poison

Reiteration of the poison of intense feelings.

To the heart of a cynic redemption

Redemption sought despite the cynic's heart and poison.

Feeling it too hard is the poison

Repetition emphasizing the intensity of feeling as poison.

To the heart of a cynic redemption

Redemption sought despite the cynic's heart and poison.

A riot can start with fuck all abounds

Chaos starting with very little; apathy contributing proudly.

A measure of apathy so proud

Apathy as a notable quality in a promising individual.

A promising son or a drunken sound

Ambiguity about the potential for disturbance from a son or a sound.

Is the distance between you and I so far?

Questioning the perceived distance between individuals.

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