I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a dope beastie-tee, nipple rings, and new tattoos that claimed that he was OGT, from '92, the first EP.Īnd in between sips of coke he told me that he thought we were sellin' out, layin' down, suckin' up to the man. Hoping I can clear the way by stepping through my shadow, coming out the other side. See my shadow changing, stretching up and over me soften this old armor. I choose to live and to lie, kill and give and to die, learn and love and to do what it takes to step through. I choose to live and to grow, take and give and to move, learn and love and to cry, kill and die and to be paranoid and to lie, hate and fear and to do what it takes to move through. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and cleansing I've endured within my shadow. I wanna feel the change consume me, feel the outside turning in. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic and insecure delusions. I've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking my scabs again. I wanna know what I've been hiding in my shadow. I've been wallowing in my own confused and insecure delusions for a piece to cross me over or a word to guide me in. I've been crawling on my belly clearing out what could've been. I'm down digging through my old muscles looking for a clue. My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking scabs again. Without the skin, beneath the storm, under these tears the walls came down.Īnd the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade recalling all of those times.Īnd as the walls come down and as I look in your eyes my fear begins to fade recalling all of the times I have died and will die. I am too connected to you to slip away, to fade away.ĭays away I still feel you touching me, changing me, and considerately killing me. My blood before me begs me open up my heart again. Venomous voice, tempts me, drains me, bleeds me, leaves me cracked and empty. My blood before me begs meopen up my heart again.Īnd I feel this coming over like a storm again. The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been. They're both totally void of hate, but killing me just the same. You must be crucified for your sins and your lies.īut what's singing songs is a snake looking to turn this piss to wine. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Someone who seemed to feel the same, someone prepared to lead the way, with someone who would die for me. Standing above the crowd, he had a voice so strong and loud and I swallowed his fa√ßade cuz I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground, You took a stand on every little thing and so loud. No way to recall what it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. Ranting and pointing his finger at everything but his heart. Standing above the crowd he had a voice that was strong and loud. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all? Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Say the word and we'll be well upon our way.īlend and balance pain and comfort deep within you till you will not have me any other way. I can help you change tired moments into pleasure. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.Ĭonstant over stimulation numbs me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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