| I feel what’s beneath my feet every time I spin around
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| Fast enough to touch my teeth to the clouds and please the sky
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| Rock bottoms never easy but at least I tried
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| To reach the top of what has beat me into pieces all my life
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| Your conviction in destructive angles makes me paralyzed
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| The airy breathe you burry deep invaded sterile paradise
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| Out inside I shout and yell and scream so loud the silence sleeps with one eye
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| Open feed the doubt until belief can free emotion out
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| The deepest sea mixed with bleech will bleed all over everything
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| Atleast you had the decency to make believe in making love
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| I am empty
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| It’s okay, cuz I know that you’re empty too
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| And life is full of beautiful mistakes that help me see you new
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| I’d like to see you through to the other side
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| But the older form that you possess disguised in flesh deceived my eyes
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| My mind is made of matter
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| I know its doesn’t matter
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| There’s no denying that the tears taste like faulty chain reactions
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| I bow to queen
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| Who believes in service
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| But who has no servants cuz she sees the people when their hurting
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| And what’s the use in fighting when you’re already hurt and your forced to hide
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| from
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| What you know you truly don’t deserve
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| See
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| The sky is never clear
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| When you’re born with cloudy eyes and thrown into a world
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| Where fear becomes a motive to survive
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| I really would of liked to enjoy the ride with you
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| But instead I stayed behind with the boy
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| Cause I was tired
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| I never should of played with toys
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| To avoid the issue that grows everytime I cultivate the soil trying to fix you
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| Why are you still caught in winter, summers here
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| So shut your eyes
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| Butterflies will always dissapear
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| To keep our love alive
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| For time is only wasted
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| When justified by reasons head
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| Guilt is only useful if it turns into a peaceful death
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| I leave a mess and abandon obligation
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| Like it’s a secret
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| Each breathe is just one step closer toward the absence of completion
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| I’ll tell you a secret
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| If you promise not to keep it
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| Every label you’ve been given
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| Is a shadow drowning in denial
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| Paddle slower swallow anecdote, clozapine, lithium
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| Sorta social gram jammed in opinion
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| Smile quarter hour past due date
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| Due to the abuse and the overuse of toothache
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| Don’t forget about the root, skip stem
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| Now give me that, Jack…
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| Listen hear sucker
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| Give your pills and slick measuring stick to another
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| Back to the point at hand
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| Yes, I’ve been better so I won’t be back
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| Now chase me out of this institute
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| With a bottle of guilt and your lonely trap
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| I’m through
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| Everyone of you has done nothing but manipulate me
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| And make me think that I can not survive
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| In the outside world that I once knew
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| But now that you try to see me
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| You try to make my doubt grow, grew
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| But that is not the way that you’re suppose to handle it
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| So now that you can see the flame
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| Do you understand the candles lit
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| Yes it is, don’t ever try to test your evidence to me
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| Because your measuring stick is not what I am looking at
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| Blame Blame
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| I blame the rest of us for the evidence that messed us up
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| And gave us this whole method of defense mechanism that we never trust
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| So be on your way
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| Be who I wish you’d be so I can be me and be free
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| Where I am
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| When I look in and out its always the same thing
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| Now leave me alone
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| Let me go and leave me
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| Come back, I love you mom and dad
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| But everytime you visit me
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| Company turns back into the point of the perspective that I had
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| The day that the chemicals inside
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| My head went crazy and made me mad
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| Sometimes It does make me wonder
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| How long humanities been in a state of mutation
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| Waiting for mother nature to nurture her baby
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| And give it the proper you name
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| It, information
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| Wrong information
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| Never had a flotation device
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| Will we ever see shore again
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| Cause I know land underneath these feet
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| Would feel so nice
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| Pangaea, please don’t leave us
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| We have done everything under the sun
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| To forget who we are
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| Or where we are or going
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| Why it is we are here or where we came from
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| And I’m better
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| Betting on faith
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| Then hiding away
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| And pressing force
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| Quit there’s always a lesson to be learned
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| Plus here no escaping primal
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| Reality reinforcements
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| No matter which direction you turn
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| She says that she can sense the storm
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| Before it even starts to pour and I believe her
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| Im a sucker for the thunder and its' roar
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| He says that he can sense the storm
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| Even when its sunny out
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| And she believes him too-
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| So they keep feeding one another’s doubt
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| But no one believes them
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| And that’s their biggest obstacle
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| They fell in love in a hospital bed
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| Anything’s possible |