Before This Falls...
10/18/99
I want to help you, but first I
have to help myself and push away
from the inside out,
look from the outside in.
You've got a certain arrogance.
You blind sight yourself.
You think you're the only one
and you feel all alone,
but you're wrong.
You think that all is what it seems to be,
never daring to look beyond you
any more than you look deep inside you.
If you did, you'd see that your enemies are just
your nightmares, your friends are
just your dreams, that you've been blind
to invisible hand-shakes, deaf to
quiet cries and silent screams, and you
think you're ready to ride the rapids, but
you can't even handle getting along
with yourself, you can't look at
your past with mature eyes and do your
very best to try and learn from it.
You think it's all there just for you,
you think it's all there for you to
overpower, manipulate, conquer and destroy.
And if you ever made the move away
from your tiny blue-green place,
would it all just be the same? Would your
negligent tendencies be the same?
Every part of you distances itself from the other, and you're too frightened of
the possibilities to
truly try and comprehend.
You think you know it all, that it's all
within an arms' reach, but you don't even try
to truly reach out there and understand.
You're short-sighted and self-indulgent, and
it rubs off on me; the lie that
you lead, run by anger and greed,
it rubs off on me, it's just another
part of me, and I watch you
further degrade to the hell
that you've made and fear you'll continue to
kill the beauty around as you
run farther down until the weight of
your hell makes you topple
over yourself.
I've live and learned to contribute
to This hell and for it I hate myself, but I
take the time to see what could be, and
the potential I see is a dried-out seed
that will never grow unless
you nourish yourself,
unless you take a good look at yourself
and see what you could be
before This ends all of you and my hopes for me,
and it does mean something to me because
however it happened, I'm a part of
you now at this point of chaos and crisis.
I've been too busy pinching my own arm,
splashing cold water on my own face, hardly
conscious as I'm fishing in This
sea of six plus billion,
walking on the shores to join the masquerade.
All: pinch harder, more water,
help me wake up, help us all open
our eyes before all This falls...
10/18/99
I want to help you, but first I
have to help myself and push away
from the inside out,
look from the outside in.
You've got a certain arrogance.
You blind sight yourself.
You think you're the only one
and you feel all alone,
but you're wrong.
You think that all is what it seems to be,
never daring to look beyond you
any more than you look deep inside you.
If you did, you'd see that your enemies are just
your nightmares, your friends are
just your dreams, that you've been blind
to invisible hand-shakes, deaf to
quiet cries and silent screams, and you
think you're ready to ride the rapids, but
you can't even handle getting along
with yourself, you can't look at
your past with mature eyes and do your
very best to try and learn from it.
You think it's all there just for you,
you think it's all there for you to
overpower, manipulate, conquer and destroy.
And if you ever made the move away
from your tiny blue-green place,
would it all just be the same? Would your
negligent tendencies be the same?
Every part of you distances itself from the other, and you're too frightened of
the possibilities to
truly try and comprehend.
You think you know it all, that it's all
within an arms' reach, but you don't even try
to truly reach out there and understand.
You're short-sighted and self-indulgent, and
it rubs off on me; the lie that
you lead, run by anger and greed,
it rubs off on me, it's just another
part of me, and I watch you
further degrade to the hell
that you've made and fear you'll continue to
kill the beauty around as you
run farther down until the weight of
your hell makes you topple
over yourself.
I've live and learned to contribute
to This hell and for it I hate myself, but I
take the time to see what could be, and
the potential I see is a dried-out seed
that will never grow unless
you nourish yourself,
unless you take a good look at yourself
and see what you could be
before This ends all of you and my hopes for me,
and it does mean something to me because
however it happened, I'm a part of
you now at this point of chaos and crisis.
I've been too busy pinching my own arm,
splashing cold water on my own face, hardly
conscious as I'm fishing in This
sea of six plus billion,
walking on the shores to join the masquerade.
All: pinch harder, more water,
help me wake up, help us all open
our eyes before all This falls...
