I found writings of a dead dead man. Read them before went to sleep. I had a dream from the future. Based on the words from the past. . Afraid of what is to come.
nae anye ni hyanggi, oneureun eobseo. niga eobtneun nan, oneureun eobseo. . eumagi heulleo. (Hey, shilsu eobt daneun geumal, apeuge nareul ttaeryeo). nae nun muldo heulleo.
There is a means to end. There is a way to seems right to a man. They drag for gold in the sea. But there are no riches, the stubborn will see. . They will be grasping at sand.
Seasons will rain proportional matter. As singularity lacks space until it's forgotten. Violet light manifests in itself in patterns. All can be everything when four is left as one.
In the eye of the sky the night bent down and sighed,. And said with a smile, to the wind as it cried:. . "your tears form the oceans and as with the tides,.
Just one fundamental notion of the sun.... Just one notion fundamental to our blood. We're all perfect, lost in our ways. Find a hole in the ground and fall.
I wrote the dry spell. I built the fences. I built the walls. Chopped the wood. and poured concrete. I made the fortress around my hand. With frozen ink that melts to rain.
For the life of me and inevitably. Seems I'm perpetually chasing after the wind. And so let it be seems I've been. Suspended indefinitely by my skin. .
If you wrote a book defacing my name. And you wrote a volume disregarding my words. If you used your pen to bring harm to my world. If you thrust your pen through my heart or my eyes.
When I see a sunset, I see the past as the future. I see the rotation of the earth and all the angles of the wind. I notice lives unchanged and come to grips with all we are.
Sometimes we talk, we talk oh so much. Sometimes we talk, we talk so damn much. That we forget why we ever started talking. In the first, the first place.
there are some who are walking on. a tightrope of inevitability,. wearing a persona sewn with threads of blind reason,. and cultivating landscapes whose.
I wish people would be kind. I wish the weight of our words. Would weigh more heavily on our ways. But people take and people say. Human discourse has been unsafe.
Tonight like any other. Yet sometimes between steps. The world speaks,. Though few listen. Our sense of being,. And when they look at me. What do they see.
Broke down and it's hard to relay. The emptiness of fate. Not knowing where to turn. Street lamps seem to guide the way. As if to a better place for now.
Fault lines formed through pride. Leave no room for the divine. It took seven day for tears to make waves. . :chorus:. Don't stand for nothing and try.
:chorus 1:. Come back honestly. We lack everything. But lack of self respect. Lose it for the rest of us. . Distant phases fake salvation. In a new found waste of places.