Wednesday 19 January 2011 photo 1/1
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The cup is not half empty as pessimists say;
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup.
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
A singer, a writer,
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was is just a tragedy
So he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there, there, there, THERE!
then in violent, frustration
he cries out to God or just no one;
"Is there a point to this madness?!"
and all that he was is just a tragedy
He feels alone
His heart in his hands, he's alone!
He feels alone
I feel...
Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall...
then he yelled, and he yelled
("Why world? Why world? Hate you! Hate you - Bye world!")
Violent frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
"Is there a point to this madness?!"
and all that he was is just a tragedy...
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say;
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup.
A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
A singer, a writer,
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was is just a tragedy
So he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there, there, there, THERE!
then in violent, frustration
he cries out to God or just no one;
"Is there a point to this madness?!"
and all that he was is just a tragedy
He feels alone
His heart in his hands, he's alone!
He feels alone
I feel...
Then on that last day he breaks
and he stood tall...
then he yelled, and he yelled
("Why world? Why world? Hate you! Hate you - Bye world!")
Violent frustration
he cries out to God or just no one
"Is there a point to this madness?!"
and all that he was is just a tragedy...
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