TiberCross
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 22, 2003
- Messages
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Somehow I seem to have drifted down a narrow path
through the sifted and pathetic
and epileptically dissected minds
who remind me of shadows that dance on the wall.
Treated like particle-dope, the fruit of life I only hope.
Remind myself to leave my feelings on the shelf
and erase the hate that blinds myself.
To intergalactic reaches and sandstorm beaches
where anti- anti- is the foremost battle cry
and if you can't think like the rest or act like the best,
Then depart from here and build your own nest.
Trust can rust and fade
but hate will continue to evade
the large congruent shapes and masses
who want to castrate the bastards and fill their minds with stains.
Flee the alps and praise the grain on which we were raised.
So long, so long it seems to have been when our thoughts were our weapons and our strength to kill
Entanglements corrupt my sarcastic point of view.
I wish I was incorruptible. I am wishing I was you.
An evil antagonist stood up and told the truth; we all die and the end comes soon.
Disillusion directs itself towards me
and then I am trapped in a hole of distortion and deception.
How many lives can I live
Without holding any transgressions against anyone or anything?
A sting is a sting, a cringe is a cringe, the way the wind is blowing in our minds we should all find sympathy or empathy.
Poison green, poison blue, poison love, poison you.
We all die soon.
Too soon it seems to damage all of our dreams.
Dreams of imprisonment and detainment. I don't remember these dreams.
Do you?
Too soon. Too soon it seems to fulfill our dreams and screams and screams and screams.
I see the ancient summer sea drifting aimlessly
towards me, flaunting and jumping while flailing and stomping.
Whispers and purrs in the garden of life, past the lies and convictions.
Strife burns and distorts all of my perceptions left empty and
disconnected; though I am connected, connected to the drought of hate-peace-love-desires and disease.
through the sifted and pathetic
and epileptically dissected minds
who remind me of shadows that dance on the wall.
Treated like particle-dope, the fruit of life I only hope.
Remind myself to leave my feelings on the shelf
and erase the hate that blinds myself.
To intergalactic reaches and sandstorm beaches
where anti- anti- is the foremost battle cry
and if you can't think like the rest or act like the best,
Then depart from here and build your own nest.
Trust can rust and fade
but hate will continue to evade
the large congruent shapes and masses
who want to castrate the bastards and fill their minds with stains.
Flee the alps and praise the grain on which we were raised.
So long, so long it seems to have been when our thoughts were our weapons and our strength to kill
Entanglements corrupt my sarcastic point of view.
I wish I was incorruptible. I am wishing I was you.
An evil antagonist stood up and told the truth; we all die and the end comes soon.
Disillusion directs itself towards me
and then I am trapped in a hole of distortion and deception.
How many lives can I live
Without holding any transgressions against anyone or anything?
A sting is a sting, a cringe is a cringe, the way the wind is blowing in our minds we should all find sympathy or empathy.
Poison green, poison blue, poison love, poison you.
We all die soon.
Too soon it seems to damage all of our dreams.
Dreams of imprisonment and detainment. I don't remember these dreams.
Do you?
Too soon. Too soon it seems to fulfill our dreams and screams and screams and screams.
I see the ancient summer sea drifting aimlessly
towards me, flaunting and jumping while flailing and stomping.
Whispers and purrs in the garden of life, past the lies and convictions.
Strife burns and distorts all of my perceptions left empty and
disconnected; though I am connected, connected to the drought of hate-peace-love-desires and disease.
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