CEv.

[rewiiired]

CEv.
9/9/01

Woke again that night twitching
and wanting to scratch my brains out,
skin convulsing; hyper-sensitive to the touch.
Sometimes this is just too much.

I look into your eyes
and all I see is...
space.

I look back through my mind
and all I see is...
space.

If this is all for our benefit,
how come we can't know?
You say the time is near,
but time never shows.

I see the deformed babies in the green
liquid in the jars that line the walls.
I feel you pressing buttons and flipping
switches in this mass inside my skull.

Did you get the pieces you wanted?
I want back what you took from me.
I want to know what you put in me,
not this veil of fantasy.

Get this candy-coated bullshit out of me.
I know what I saw back there,
I just can't remember.
And what I do gives me a clear
enough picture of you.

Of course we're not all right.
You take us from wherever, whenever.
Of course we're going to put up a fight.

And I look for answers
and all I see is...
space.

I look behind me
and all I see is...
space.

I take a breath of fresh air
and look up and
all I see is...
space.

I look to the future,
all I see is...
space.

I guess I'll see you there.

 

[antinazi77]

that was cool, candy coated bullshit, nothing but space. dark but an honest reflection of a world with too many expectations