Pyro
Bluelighter
Enter, so I can exit
Believe, so I can question
See, so I can sleep
I'm losing faith and I don't want to. Faith in this reality and this life. Faith in sense and truth. Faith in the people around me. It seems there is no one to trust anymore. Did I write my own destiny when I said, "I'm meant to be the loner."
I recall a time of happiness
So far away now
Like the mirage on the distant desert floorline
I always come back to this place, so maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. Maybe here is where I was meant to be and everything else is the lie. The sunlight and the kiss on the lips -- all lies out of the devil's mouth. Cupid is the demon of special design, masked in the Godly cloud of love.
Emotions are poison
Tainting the pictures I see
Running the paint off the paper I used to draw upon
Meaning and fate are false. Having ever believed in those lies brings me shame. I should have been smarter than that, I should have known that the only meaning is what we want to believe. Can't it be like the glimpses I have now and again? When I'm around those kinds of people, the ones that match and mesh, I feel whole. But they never want to mesh or match, they want met to stay away and I cannot blame them. I was meant to be the loner and,
... I don't want to live this life.
Tim - Pyro
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I'm outtie like the saying, "Outtie like bellbottoms"
Believe, so I can question
See, so I can sleep
I'm losing faith and I don't want to. Faith in this reality and this life. Faith in sense and truth. Faith in the people around me. It seems there is no one to trust anymore. Did I write my own destiny when I said, "I'm meant to be the loner."
I recall a time of happiness
So far away now
Like the mirage on the distant desert floorline
I always come back to this place, so maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. Maybe here is where I was meant to be and everything else is the lie. The sunlight and the kiss on the lips -- all lies out of the devil's mouth. Cupid is the demon of special design, masked in the Godly cloud of love.
Emotions are poison
Tainting the pictures I see
Running the paint off the paper I used to draw upon
Meaning and fate are false. Having ever believed in those lies brings me shame. I should have been smarter than that, I should have known that the only meaning is what we want to believe. Can't it be like the glimpses I have now and again? When I'm around those kinds of people, the ones that match and mesh, I feel whole. But they never want to mesh or match, they want met to stay away and I cannot blame them. I was meant to be the loner and,
... I don't want to live this life.
Tim - Pyro
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I'm outtie like the saying, "Outtie like bellbottoms"