Dark Entries
Kill Switch... Klick Lyrics

Caressing bent up to the jug again
Going back to drinking heavily and feeling the familiar sensation of the drink moving through your body

With sheaths and pills
Using protection and medication in the face of chemical dependency

Invading all those stills
Dependence on alcohol and drugs creeping into every aspect of one's life

In a hovel of a bed
Living in squalor and difficult conditions

I will scream in vain
Feeling helpless and unable to escape addiction's grip

Oh please, miss lane
Begging for a way out or some form of relief

Leave me with some pain
Preferring to feel pain and suffering over the numbness of addiction

Went walking through this city's neon lights
Navigating through a world of temptation and vice, with drug culture all around

In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Afraid of trying to conceal or hide the addiction, which is warping one's reality

Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Stress and expectations from family or society, and feeling like things are hopeless

Intangible of price
Something that is priceless, but not in a positive way - it can't be bought or sold, but is still destructive

Trying so hard to find what was right
Struggling to find a way out and do what is best for oneself

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
Giving into temptation and doing things that are self-destructive, not just for oneself but also for others

You took delight in taking down
Taking pleasure in someone else's self-destruction

All my shielded pride
All the things that one tries to hide away in order to maintain a sense of dignity and self-worth

Until exposed became my darker side
Being forced to confront one's true nature, which is darker and uglier than one would like to admit

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Moving through a world of temptation and vice, where the looming threat of sin is all around

Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
Feeling like one's soul is too damaged or worthless to avoid temptation and sin, so why not just indulge?

If only for the old times, cold times
Indulging in self-destructive behavior as a way of returning to simpler, easier times - even if those times were still hard and unpleasant

Don't go waving your pretentious love
Beware of those who claim to love you but really only want to exploit and use you

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...)
Someone is seeking out vulnerable people to take advantage of

Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...)
Moving through a world of darkness, sin, and evil - seeking out those who are also lost and alone

Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...)
Selective about targets - seeking out people who might appear well-off or celebrated, for the purposes of exploiting their vulnerabilities

Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...)
Targeting people who might seem to have a lot, but are in fact deeply flawed and vulnerable

He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...)
The exploitative person is smooth and charming, making their victim feel like they are being helped or looked after

Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...)
The exploitative person is taking advantage of their youth, or making up for lost time

Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...)
Their activities are haphazard, incomplete, and never totally satisfying

Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...)
Victims are often people who are isolated, depressed, and disaffected, working office jobs that offer little meaning or satisfaction

Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...)
The exploitative person is making money off of exploiting others- and will target anyone who is vulnerable, without regard for the human cost

Dark entries
Repeated, haunting refrain - the phrase evokes a sense of gloom, decay, and hidden danger lurking at the edges of one's world.