Dancing With the Dead,
by Rewired,
9/14/03.
Alarm is blaring.
I can't pull out of bed.
Lost to the rythm of the
demons dancing in my head.
Such a wicked melody.
Can't help but be entranced by the tune
of a dying heartbeat echoing
through the thick fluid of this
womb-turned-tomb.
Half to crecent, what dreary
regression, so:
Pinch me so I wake, my
hands are too busy masturbating my mind.
Spare a laxative to loosen up my soul
because my path is constipated
and I can't clear the shit that's
become my life.
Lost skin, lost backbone,
lost hope, so follows my soul.
The sun once fed me as I
bleed now into this black hole.
The rythm's slowing down.
Can't quite make out the song.
I've written verses to it in
this void here for so long.
Such a wicked melody.
Alarm is still blaring.
I can't pull out of my head.
Lost to my mission, down
dancing with the dead.
by Rewired,
9/14/03.
Alarm is blaring.
I can't pull out of bed.
Lost to the rythm of the
demons dancing in my head.
Such a wicked melody.
Can't help but be entranced by the tune
of a dying heartbeat echoing
through the thick fluid of this
womb-turned-tomb.
Half to crecent, what dreary
regression, so:
Pinch me so I wake, my
hands are too busy masturbating my mind.
Spare a laxative to loosen up my soul
because my path is constipated
and I can't clear the shit that's
become my life.
Lost skin, lost backbone,
lost hope, so follows my soul.
The sun once fed me as I
bleed now into this black hole.
The rythm's slowing down.
Can't quite make out the song.
I've written verses to it in
this void here for so long.
Such a wicked melody.
Alarm is still blaring.
I can't pull out of my head.
Lost to my mission, down
dancing with the dead.
