Catching Air Which crisis is this Havent you done this one Youre gone, theyre all wrong, same song And, Oh, youre a screamer, a schemer Them, your brainwashed dreamers Shrinking, sinking, drinking up the potential Thats if youre not mental Or depraved, engraved in your curse These are the worst The ones with a thirst, at first Veiled til theyre nailed Til pain prevails, details your hates Wear your skates, twist our fate Burn them out, with your raging infant pout Make them doubt the things they say Rue the day, anyway, that they were born Before long theyll be way too blue To recognise the truth Then theyll strain through heartfelt rain To somehow try and prove You only devour, bitter, sour As they cower But you dont feel and you dont care Youll drag them there But where is there Where nothings fair All that matters, all that flatters Is that youre catching air The air of despair
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 17:34:31 +0000
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