Pyro
Bluelighter
Death - finding it's way into the heart of men.
At some point it becomes our final obsession.
In some, it's the root cause of depression.
In some ways it's a simple reflection,
of our days to come and to look forward to.
We all know about it so it's not outta the blue.
There's no one to sue!
and nothing anyone can do!
We're all captive to the same great slavedriving fate.
It's the common ground on which we all simply interrelate.
It justifies apathy, disgust, irrelevence, fear, and hate.
It's this idea I sit around sometimes to contemplate.
We're drowing, slowly in a fecal pit of furious rage.
Flailing helplessly, trapped in this imploding cage.
And everyday there turns another monotonous page.
No matter how you try to reverse this process - YOU AGE!
Rushing ever quicker still to the eternal joke.
Back when I puffed, right about now I'd take a toke!
All the while on parts of my lungs I did choke,
I was KILLING ME QUICKER with the God damned smoke!
I know you must have stopped to question "why?"
Whenever you come down from that cloud on which you fly...
Do you believe the lie?
That nothing really happens when you die?
Pyro=Tim
Peace
[ 27 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
[ 27 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
At some point it becomes our final obsession.
In some, it's the root cause of depression.
In some ways it's a simple reflection,
of our days to come and to look forward to.
We all know about it so it's not outta the blue.
There's no one to sue!
and nothing anyone can do!
We're all captive to the same great slavedriving fate.
It's the common ground on which we all simply interrelate.
It justifies apathy, disgust, irrelevence, fear, and hate.
It's this idea I sit around sometimes to contemplate.
We're drowing, slowly in a fecal pit of furious rage.
Flailing helplessly, trapped in this imploding cage.
And everyday there turns another monotonous page.
No matter how you try to reverse this process - YOU AGE!
Rushing ever quicker still to the eternal joke.
Back when I puffed, right about now I'd take a toke!
All the while on parts of my lungs I did choke,
I was KILLING ME QUICKER with the God damned smoke!
I know you must have stopped to question "why?"
Whenever you come down from that cloud on which you fly...
Do you believe the lie?
That nothing really happens when you die?
Pyro=Tim
Peace
[ 27 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
[ 27 July 2002: Message edited by: Pyro ]
