ShapeShifter77
Greenlighter
technology's barriers cloud my vision
you all dive in, a proud submission
the scalpel's first cut is a loud incision
and we cry over spilled milk while the cows are tippin
like the sheep's first date with the boy who cryed wolf
all eyes on the monitor, our insides shook
as we watched fangs and fleece, like Angus beef
as he tore her apart like a dangerous beast
but this is just what we came to see
the attraction of a malicious and aimless deed, insane indeed
i think i need a break
from all the voices in my head tryin to feed my fate
cuz when im on the stairway well i can see the gates
but honestly im not ready to leave this place
for freedom's sake
i dream of days when you know these words
when a whisper when an echo when a shout is heard
when i can be a free sheep, live without the heard
and ill decorate my skies with countless birds
and well smile for the miracle of symmetry
the smiles that hold onto infiniti
smiles that wont yawn til' the fins are seen
of the sharks killin' art with their chemistry
those sharks follow dark intrinsically
Shadow Atlantis, their Sin City
say "who's next of kin is he?"
as he holds his father's bottle of some Hennessy
...and the beat goes on
the sounds of their panicky feet goes on
the helicopter chaos in the street goes on
i hope that these songs can reach those gone
lets keep this goin
ill find the biggest fish in the deepest pond
im talkin bout my passion and he just yawned!
all he cares about is which beast is brawn
dontcha know theres more ta life
than settling down with a whorish wife
than pills in the kitchen where ya store the knife
than bargains at the mall where ya score a price
so Van Gogh couldja lend an ear?
this is my address just send it here
im thinkin' bout a novel called the End of Fear
and it hasn't been written but it can appear
so i hope that i have a soul
and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes
so i hope that i have a soul
and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes
hey, pack a bowl!
(and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes)
i dont pay tax or tolls
(and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes)
peace
you all dive in, a proud submission
the scalpel's first cut is a loud incision
and we cry over spilled milk while the cows are tippin
like the sheep's first date with the boy who cryed wolf
all eyes on the monitor, our insides shook
as we watched fangs and fleece, like Angus beef
as he tore her apart like a dangerous beast
but this is just what we came to see
the attraction of a malicious and aimless deed, insane indeed
i think i need a break
from all the voices in my head tryin to feed my fate
cuz when im on the stairway well i can see the gates
but honestly im not ready to leave this place
for freedom's sake
i dream of days when you know these words
when a whisper when an echo when a shout is heard
when i can be a free sheep, live without the heard
and ill decorate my skies with countless birds
and well smile for the miracle of symmetry
the smiles that hold onto infiniti
smiles that wont yawn til' the fins are seen
of the sharks killin' art with their chemistry
those sharks follow dark intrinsically
Shadow Atlantis, their Sin City
say "who's next of kin is he?"
as he holds his father's bottle of some Hennessy
...and the beat goes on
the sounds of their panicky feet goes on
the helicopter chaos in the street goes on
i hope that these songs can reach those gone
lets keep this goin
ill find the biggest fish in the deepest pond
im talkin bout my passion and he just yawned!
all he cares about is which beast is brawn
dontcha know theres more ta life
than settling down with a whorish wife
than pills in the kitchen where ya store the knife
than bargains at the mall where ya score a price
so Van Gogh couldja lend an ear?
this is my address just send it here
im thinkin' bout a novel called the End of Fear
and it hasn't been written but it can appear
so i hope that i have a soul
and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes
so i hope that i have a soul
and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes
hey, pack a bowl!
(and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes)
i dont pay tax or tolls
(and i can send it through the mic just to patch the holes)
peace
