SOULLESS YOUTH. WHEN ALL THAT IS WRONG. HAS ALWAYS SEEMED RIGHT. THE LIGHT OF YOUR DAYS. THE DARK OF YOUR NIGHTS. ................ AND YOU'VE ALWAYS SEEMED LOST.
Man watching city fall. The clock keeps on ticking. He doesn't know why. He's just cattle for slaughter. . The requiem. The requiem. The requiem. . When the meaningful words.
My hands feel funny, I can't seem to think. The voice inside my head tells me to flinch who I see. I flip my.... Don't think I have a problem,. I just think I like to feel.
OPAQUE. TOO SLIGH. IN YOUR WAYS. YOU SAID YOU NEVER DID NOTHING. BUT I'LL DEBATE. IN YOUR EYES. ON YOUR FACE. WE WERE WAITING ON SOMETHING, OUT OF PLACE.
NERVE ENDINGS. THERES NO REASON, NO SENSE, NO MEANING. BEHIND MY AWKWARD SMILE. I'M NERVOUS AND. I'M NERVOUS AND I'M TIRED. WITH COLD SHIVERS, EMBARRASSED, OF FEELINGS.
You think I'm retrospective. Of someone you used to know. I think it's indecision. That leaves us a long way to go. But you say.... It's not that way....
HOLLOW VISIONS. VERSE. ALL THE THOUGHTS THAT LIVE INSIDE KEEP GROWING. THERES NO NIGHTMARES, ALL DREAMS, ALL DREAMS. YOUR FUTURES SOUGHT, CAUGHT. WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED WHAT YOU NEED.
FOOTSTEPS. SPEAK NOTHING BUT LIES. STEAL, BORROW AND BEG. STALE COPYCAT LIVES. STILL LIVING OFF DREGS. A SMALL COUNTERFEIT MIND. SEES NOTHING IN DEPTH.
VERSE 1. FIND OPEN PORES. EATING UP DIRT, GATHERING GLEET. SLOWLY THEY'LL ROT, SLOWLY THEY'LL WEEP. TRAP ALL THE THE NERVES. ENSURE ITS CURSED AS IT SECRETES.
POSSESSIONS PAWNED. PRICKLES OF THORNS. PLUCKED OPEN PAINS. FALSE AND FORSWORN. FORGETTING ALL. FOR WHAT YOU TAKE.. DRAINED AND DEBAUCHED. EXHAUSTED WORN.
Danger ahead. It's always been said. The night is watching, waiting. For us to turn its way instead. And when the day is over. The very thoughts I fear.
Looking at the starfish. Stranded on the beach. Reminds me of the homeless. Standing on the street. Feeling the wind that I can't see. Hearing it moving through the trees.
With empty pockets full of laughter. I set my eyes on bars of gold. Went to the market of hereafter. Where truths are bought and lies are sold. It would hurt to hear that I was after.
Mary's boat has sprung a leak. Snd she's told she won't finish the race. Her mind intent on getting home. She never slows her pace. Chorus:. Look at Mary row.
One hand holds everything. The other thinks it's not enough. Groping blindly for alternatives. Enticed to senselessly indulge. The hand with everything.
In the race I once was running. Now I'm only standing still. Almost sleeping. At a crossroads. Yesterday the path was easy. But today, it's all uphill.
I'm trusting you, You've changed my view. I'm seeing things like I've never wanted to. Been through hell, but I don't trust me so. Don't let go if I let go.
There's just one Paris. One La Rochelle. There's just one Heaven. There's just one Hell. I ain't been around the world. But I've seen enough to know what I believe.
What can I tell You Lord. That You don't already own?. What can I tell You Lord. That You don't already know?. I know I'm lost, I know I'm blind. I hope You can see I'm not hiding behind my pride.
Carrying the past upon my shoulders. Shame that weighs me down like a boulder. Underneath I'm calling out. Carrying my shame. Put myself through pain.