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Seems I've been walkin too long A wilderness inside my mind Nowhere left to hide, No-one left to confide Yesterday I was a happy guy But things gone sour I dont know why Well they say the truth is around the corner But I'd rather live in the past Hold you in my arms forever Pretend our love will always last.
Is it me Is it you What is this we must live through Pain is gain... And its all a game Two different people feel the same I find freedom out in the rain In the darkness where its all insane But where are you Is it true Will the gate of heaven remember you
When walking on water Don't ever look down Live for the moment You don't wanna drown Share dreams Share sorrow Treasure the time you borrow Smile and cry, And dont ever ask why Look into her eyes Hold her while she cries Promise her shes home Sell to her your soul...
Dark night Shallow sequence The usual story Of a man alone Desperation cries A freedon unknown Love my tailor For my soul's not real
With no regrets He waves his insults Deep cries penetrate A closed idea... And weep The soul so fearful Of surrender... Die as he may... He's already dead
Wish i was a sailor In this childhood story A secluded mind can see no reality The end is here... Can you feel the burdon Of a million screams Lift from your tortoured soul
This man i knew Naive or stupid But he saw his future Not curiosity but peace of mind A cruel creation... Buying into the abyss
I'm living a three dimensional life Three different worlds Crammed into my lonely existence I cant even see the borders Just the different people... Attitudes Stories Tears Why on me... My own life i cant explain A regret? Epic tears subside my pathetic soul But i wait for one answer
Rape! Are we not all raped Can we live without Being forced into perverse acts By strangers Governments, employers, even doctors Confuse us with stories which They use to intrude Selling your mind is worse Than selling your mortal flesh
Everyday i awake Flames in my head They burn yesterday's ideas But they create a new burden Living up to the expectancy Of a manipulated society We feel confused and alien Does our birth pay the price... Do we owe them for our freedom
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