Leave Me Awake,
by rewired,
05/16/03,
6:55 AM.
Sit me down.
Leave me awake.
Take it from square one
and explain, because
you’re killing me
anyways.
What could be so
fucking horrible about it?
Could the truth be so
catastrohic? I couldn’t
stop you, couldn’t
stop it.
Why not put this mystery to rest?
You put me through it all,
don’t you owe me this?
My eyes are locked and loaded:
a universe of psychic ammo in one man.
I'm running out of options and patience
I'll give you one last chance
to make me understand.
Explain where you come from,
tell me what you are.
Tell me what the hell
is wrong with me, tell me
what I feel I’ve been
waiting for.
Are you something else,
or just a part of me?
Am I a part of
something else?
Am I the dreamer
or the dream?
Are we separated by worlds,
planets or just time?
Do you weave
in and out of wormholes
or just the black hole
of my mind?
You look just like a fetus,
take us to rooms just like a womb,
do horrid things, show us babies in jars,
tell me what they are all about,
tell me what you are.
But your also intrusive,
emotionless and technologed:
on one hand you could represent infancy,
one the other, were we sacrifice
our heart and soul for more order,
more power, more knowledge, what
in earth or stars could this mean?
Sit me down.
Leave me awake:
tell this part of me.
Tell me what you want;
what you are.
Explain it to me.
What could be so
fucking horrible about it?
Why not put this mystery to rest?
This is fucking killing me,
and I'm just a one-man army
not quite sure who I'm
fighting against, but
my eyes are locked and loaded:
a universe of psychic ammo in one man,
and I'm running out of
options and patience.
I'm about to wage my greatest war,
but here I offer this:
I'll give you one last chance to be
straight with me, to sit me down and
make me understand.
by rewired,
05/16/03,
6:55 AM.
Sit me down.
Leave me awake.
Take it from square one
and explain, because
you’re killing me
anyways.
What could be so
fucking horrible about it?
Could the truth be so
catastrohic? I couldn’t
stop you, couldn’t
stop it.
Why not put this mystery to rest?
You put me through it all,
don’t you owe me this?
My eyes are locked and loaded:
a universe of psychic ammo in one man.
I'm running out of options and patience
I'll give you one last chance
to make me understand.
Explain where you come from,
tell me what you are.
Tell me what the hell
is wrong with me, tell me
what I feel I’ve been
waiting for.
Are you something else,
or just a part of me?
Am I a part of
something else?
Am I the dreamer
or the dream?
Are we separated by worlds,
planets or just time?
Do you weave
in and out of wormholes
or just the black hole
of my mind?
You look just like a fetus,
take us to rooms just like a womb,
do horrid things, show us babies in jars,
tell me what they are all about,
tell me what you are.
But your also intrusive,
emotionless and technologed:
on one hand you could represent infancy,
one the other, were we sacrifice
our heart and soul for more order,
more power, more knowledge, what
in earth or stars could this mean?
Sit me down.
Leave me awake:
tell this part of me.
Tell me what you want;
what you are.
Explain it to me.
What could be so
fucking horrible about it?
Why not put this mystery to rest?
This is fucking killing me,
and I'm just a one-man army
not quite sure who I'm
fighting against, but
my eyes are locked and loaded:
a universe of psychic ammo in one man,
and I'm running out of
options and patience.
I'm about to wage my greatest war,
but here I offer this:
I'll give you one last chance to be
straight with me, to sit me down and
make me understand.
