breaking sentiments
fully imbibed in a heart-felt reality,
I'm counting down my blessings to the best of my ability,
but i'm constantly rejecting the truth that you once saw in me
i'd feel the heart to love,
but the only truth is sent from above,
above an under the clouds,
forming twisty turny mounds of
troubles and remorse
a new reality
a new availability made of candy drops
poisoned with aphrodite
made to bring back all your might and blind you
made to pull apart your heart chords so it can't find you
so i can find you,
its my soul whatever you call it,
its a hole, whatever you call it
its brings me apart as it sets me apart from the rest who enjoy a time as blissful toys
for gods and whoever
for dogs and whoever
people who control and whoever
its like our we can use their hearts or whatever
waste them away,
pull them away from a painful reality into something more clear
but they fog our visions with simple bliss, you see...
its like the underpull is bringing me back up to full hopes
searching for something
i think i found something new something clearly unbelieveable something clearly unconceivable something true..... something something good, something good something believeable...........
but it isn't there
I guess i wasn't looking hard enough, i just guess my eyes don't go far enough
popping out of my head, its like its always time for bed, but it isn't there
searching for something might as wellbe a monkey looking for lice in your hair cause i'll find it,
I've got your adress in my pocket and i wonder why its there
you dirty mongrel,
Your soul so stereotypically unreal, your soul has so much more it could reveal, somewhere behind that ugly veil, you've got a soul, somehwere there, underthere, some kind of soul
i know there's something there....
yeah i'd find it....
New bright-sized gimmick
prompt me with the weather
stick to the old bother of the old and new together
forget your feelings forever
cause there is something in the weather
something that i'm feeling
as the floor falls threw the ceiling
and blindly i am dealing
with the problems and the killings,
the world is just so trim, trim, trim...
As i bounce into a ball, as i stop my self from every fall
it ain't true, i'm not you,
i can't see straight threw the alphabet to the true life that it leads as a number four
number for numbers,
yeah, i'm but a number...
a number on your door
soon i'll be walking out that door, soon i'll be stomping on my bedroom floor
so frustrated from all this loving something is telling me that my mind shouldn't be budging
under the pressure from my heart, its tearing me apart,
yeah i'm falling all apart... from the pressure in my heart
Blood splurting,
love splurting
spraying everywhere around,
as art work is foud to be created by the pains i've imulated threw art work
if its how it works, I'd like to find the key to heaven
FIND THE KEY TO HEAVEN THREW THE BACK DOOR INTO HEAVEN I'M CREEPING INTO HEAVEN CAUSE THEY WON'T let me in... won't let me in, won't let me in... Let the love flow, something you know, something that shows, just let it all flow, let the blood flow.
