Through this fog that holds us together
I will scream my heart out
And then maybe things will get better
And then maybe it will be a life worth owning
And then maybe it will be worth being a part of..
Constant shades of gray color our sky for the tuning
Machete echoes tear silence with a gruesome approach
Gore is hidden behind the sensor for our own good
But is it worth living without the truth?
We will face it one day, no matter how hard we try
We will be there, no questions asked, thousands of replies...
Through our own perishing gaze at the world
We see that essential thing that kept us awake through days
Decided, we burn it all down, we want to live it for real
And it's too late to realize that it was all we had
Simple hallucinations instead of legs; now we collapse
The saddest part? There is no way up anymore
You can't reform the hallucinations, and your life of slithering begins
Weren't you, in a way, on the ground for years
Saying they were all tears of joy, of grace?
In the bottomless pit, a mindful ocean lays, waiting to drown us
That's why we were scared for years, the truth is, we are that bottomless pit
Filled with an ocean of thoughts that drown us upon discovery..
I make strange noises that make no sense now
Do you understand me any more? Do I make sense?
It's probably me, drowning...
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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