Belong.
8/24/04
Look into my eyes,
know what we could never be.
Double-take, triple-take:
do you see what I see?
It's all going down
and I'll bring you down with me.
Take my hand, try and understand
I wish this didn't have to be.
I tried to stop them, I tried again,
and only met with futility:
because they're all around now,
and I feel bound now,
lost to all serenity:
betrayed by her eyes,
her heart, our cocoon
of sensuality.
My hope was floating
in a fiction down here, but it
didn't waste it's time
degenerating, leaving me
with this cold reality.
I see your eyes,
I see them there.
I see them stare back
behind the mask in the mirror
and it horrifies me.
Is it true what they say?
Could it really be that we are them, beneath,
and we're all just hiding here, waiting,
terrified by the clock ticking down,
and that we really don't belong here?
But what does it mean: to `belong'?
And I know I've chosen my side:
to fight for the right of everything.
I know I've chosen my side,
in spite of what may lie beneath.
But have I chosen the side I'm on?
Who I fight for, they've chosen
apathy and ignorance.
They've got to make their stand,
if we're ever going to pull out of this,
they've got to claim their place, because
hope's not floating in those
jars in space, my dear:
their eyes are hungry for the
lives they waste down here.
And maybe you and me are trying to
live what we could never be...
or do you see what I see?
Are you that weak, that strong?
Am I crazy? Could we really
belong?
8/24/04
Look into my eyes,
know what we could never be.
Double-take, triple-take:
do you see what I see?
It's all going down
and I'll bring you down with me.
Take my hand, try and understand
I wish this didn't have to be.
I tried to stop them, I tried again,
and only met with futility:
because they're all around now,
and I feel bound now,
lost to all serenity:
betrayed by her eyes,
her heart, our cocoon
of sensuality.
My hope was floating
in a fiction down here, but it
didn't waste it's time
degenerating, leaving me
with this cold reality.
I see your eyes,
I see them there.
I see them stare back
behind the mask in the mirror
and it horrifies me.
Is it true what they say?
Could it really be that we are them, beneath,
and we're all just hiding here, waiting,
terrified by the clock ticking down,
and that we really don't belong here?
But what does it mean: to `belong'?
And I know I've chosen my side:
to fight for the right of everything.
I know I've chosen my side,
in spite of what may lie beneath.
But have I chosen the side I'm on?
Who I fight for, they've chosen
apathy and ignorance.
They've got to make their stand,
if we're ever going to pull out of this,
they've got to claim their place, because
hope's not floating in those
jars in space, my dear:
their eyes are hungry for the
lives they waste down here.
And maybe you and me are trying to
live what we could never be...
or do you see what I see?
Are you that weak, that strong?
Am I crazy? Could we really
belong?
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