December
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truth is only the consensus of opinion
wake up, why cant you?
go ahead and play dead, I know that you can hear this
go ahead and play dead
why cant you turn and face me?
you fucking disappoint me
passive aggressive bullshit.
youre such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be
oh, so many ways for me to show you how your saviour has abandonded you
you never thought to question why.
"help me if you can, its just that this.. its not the way im wired, so could you please help me understand why youre giving in to all these reckless desires?"
"youre lying to yourself again, suicidle imbecil. whatd it take to get through to you, precious?
over This? why do you wanna throw it away like this? I dont wanna watch you.."
"whats your hurry? everyone will have his day to die.
if you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, do it somewhere far away from here."
-
as below so above and beyond, I imagine, drawn beyond the lines of reason.
push the envelope, watch it bend.
over-thinking, over-analyzing separates my body from my mind
free my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.
reaching out to embrace the random, reaching out to embrace what ever may come.
calmly embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow, to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be human
I threw you the obvious, and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection among a million same.
I threw you the obvious just to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel
apparently nothing.
you dont see me at all.
something has to change, undeniable dilemma, boredoms not a burden anyone should bare.
caught in overstimulation numbs me, but I would not want you any other way.
its not enough, I need more, nothing seem to satisfy. I dont want it, I just need it. to breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
pain and comfort deep within you, still you would not want me any other way.
-
eYE on the TV, cause tragedy thrills me, what ever flavour it happens to be, like:
- killed by the husband
- drowned by the ocean
- shot by his own son
- she used a poison in his tea, and kissed him goodbye.
thats my kind of story. its no fun until someone dies.
dont look at me like Im a monster
stare like a junkie into the tv, stare like a zombie
while the mother holds on her child, watches him die, hands to the sky, crying "why, oh, why?"
cause I need to watch things die, from a distance
you all need it too, dont lie. why cant we just admit it?
we wont give pause until the blood is flowing
you all feel the same, so why cant we just admit it?
we all feed on tragedy, its like blood to a vampire
vicariously I live while the whole world dies. much better you than I.
I know the pieces fit, 'cause I've watched them tumble down.
wake up, why cant you?
go ahead and play dead, I know that you can hear this
go ahead and play dead
why cant you turn and face me?
you fucking disappoint me
passive aggressive bullshit.
youre such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be
oh, so many ways for me to show you how your saviour has abandonded you
you never thought to question why.
"help me if you can, its just that this.. its not the way im wired, so could you please help me understand why youre giving in to all these reckless desires?"
"youre lying to yourself again, suicidle imbecil. whatd it take to get through to you, precious?
over This? why do you wanna throw it away like this? I dont wanna watch you.."
"whats your hurry? everyone will have his day to die.
if you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, do it somewhere far away from here."
-
as below so above and beyond, I imagine, drawn beyond the lines of reason.
push the envelope, watch it bend.
over-thinking, over-analyzing separates my body from my mind
free my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line.
reaching out to embrace the random, reaching out to embrace what ever may come.
calmly embrace my desire to feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow, to feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be human
I threw you the obvious, and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection among a million same.
I threw you the obvious just to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel
apparently nothing.
you dont see me at all.
something has to change, undeniable dilemma, boredoms not a burden anyone should bare.
caught in overstimulation numbs me, but I would not want you any other way.
its not enough, I need more, nothing seem to satisfy. I dont want it, I just need it. to breathe, to feel, to know Im alive.
pain and comfort deep within you, still you would not want me any other way.
-
eYE on the TV, cause tragedy thrills me, what ever flavour it happens to be, like:
- killed by the husband
- drowned by the ocean
- shot by his own son
- she used a poison in his tea, and kissed him goodbye.
thats my kind of story. its no fun until someone dies.
dont look at me like Im a monster
stare like a junkie into the tv, stare like a zombie
while the mother holds on her child, watches him die, hands to the sky, crying "why, oh, why?"
cause I need to watch things die, from a distance
you all need it too, dont lie. why cant we just admit it?
we wont give pause until the blood is flowing
you all feel the same, so why cant we just admit it?
we all feed on tragedy, its like blood to a vampire
vicariously I live while the whole world dies. much better you than I.
I know the pieces fit, 'cause I've watched them tumble down.
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