Im still kicking among the living Is this a gift or a sickness Gracious, angry, I can see through the hidden Im not doing this I dont know why I cant seem to acquire a taste, it still burns my eyes Nothing goes as planned What would make someone ever wanna go back? A part of me wants to accept the fact that every being that breathes polluted breaths Deserves a clean spot in Heaven next to God, himself But then a different part of me, the part that wants to start a cult, my own following Feels like revolting against those who still hold us down If the carnal, territorial, ape-like instincts unfortunately chances Stem results too strong to become extinct from man Impulse will vary buried in the very deepest level of the tissue Yet some attribute this condition to variables so small and simple Its gonna take a miracle and a sterile pair of scalpels To break the external shell and tear a hole into the overall assumption Whoever said Id let this go A slave inseparable to rebellion One day it will know what it wants to be when it grows into a conscience I dont have close to what it takes driving toward the unattainable To make me feel like Im enough to make a difference in this place I call home It looks like Im gonna have a couple tough decisions to make Without keeping to myself and not sharing what I hate Im not sure if I was built, meant to feel this sense of guilt That sits impatiently between my nerve endings when I flirt with doubt After this relationship is necessary for some odd reason beyond a shadow of the filter that creates my own twisted point of reference Each diluted experience dances to illusion and lucid areas I cant wait until intention show both sides of their faces again Ive learned predicting circumstances and picking weather over light that wont Shine through my window until the last night of my life If I could trade places Im almost positive I wouldnt My projection of the best is always less when under the influence Here lies the honest reason for self-conscious abuse Its all less than it seems, never as good as it looks How do I really act when no one else is looking Bend the rules of hide-and-seek, we can call it peek-a-booing Id like to reach the point of my point of view and then slip And then use it as a crutch once the puncture wound is healed again Sometimes you gotta let the bugs crawl all over you They love the precious blood, like I love the stingers, left to dry Karmas name is used only when I feel guilty So I clean myself dirty, just in the nick of time Have you ever woke up not knowing where you are? Not knowing who you are? Just knowing that youre far away from home Kill or be killed, closed fist and open mind But a reason to keep going, like a self to hold responsible No map or compass, just a message in the stars Touring an island thats been man-handled and built Count on me like the tiles on a the ceiling in denial Reaching up before the climax when the sky falls through the roof Thank you for the light Do I shine just like you wish? Your command still runs my life So I assume normal position Ive lost every right connection between everything that seemed right So I guess youve earned the right to invade all my favorite spaces I try not to step on your toes when dancing off beat I got one foot in You got one foot out Where do I draw the line between a miracle or chance I put my life in your hands I put my life in your hands Nothing completes me Somethings missing My guess is as good as yours I feel outta place Crossfire ??? The world revolves around me Only I can stop its spinning Only I can wear my ??? Just enough theres something missing Somethings missing Somethings missing Somethings missing My guess is as good as yours I feel outta place Crossfire ??? The world revolves around me
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 18:58:11 +0000
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