see this blood on my sleeve...it means im a time traveler, got a full power imagination to take me anywhere i could ever want to go, just say the word connect the dots cock the trigger release the shot, become something that u are not...
these lines on my arms is the map of my life, small trails of shiny white scars scratched over the crook of my arm, down the front, stretchin out over the skin, twistin like route 80, all the places i been.
i go where they aint gone before, walk out, fearless ,
swagger towards the future, mental kevlar never no stress got my eyes on the prize n no break in my step
i can be anything, live a new different life in the blink of my eye, watchin thru pinpoints i try on a new style a new ride a new way to be,
i see you but you dont see me
I am everything you think you know and really dont
i am everything you wish that you could do but you know you wont...
cigarette burns and broken knuckle cuts, bloody fist blistered wrist, a scab obtained in nodded bliss
a token from the other world, i close my eyes and touch the scar and travel back within my mind a souvenier i brought back home here, from another place and time.
all the words in the world cant touch my mind, your angry talk will never reach .... I am a force, a voice, more than just a body and a head piece,
diesel powered 12-liter heart wont stop, you got wat you got
but i got mine....
can you travel thru time?
can you get off a bus, early mornin steam from the vents, take a look around the city and say 'this is mine'?
can you go somewhere you afraid to see and face it with your eyes open?
can you feel the releif of giving up hope?
can you trace the track of your life by the marks on your skin, do you know wat you stand for?
can you break every thought you ever held turn it out and re learn wat its all about?
have you ever lived, flew higher, shined brighter than a thousand blue and red lights flashing reflected thru the night?
do you know wat its like,
to get ready to fly, take that
big
fat
shot
and.................
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A feen sits nodded out in a parked car across the street , body draped over the seat, shoulders slumped head bowed lost in a dream.
these lines on my arms is the map of my life, small trails of shiny white scars scratched over the crook of my arm, down the front, stretchin out over the skin, twistin like route 80, all the places i been.
i go where they aint gone before, walk out, fearless ,
swagger towards the future, mental kevlar never no stress got my eyes on the prize n no break in my step
i can be anything, live a new different life in the blink of my eye, watchin thru pinpoints i try on a new style a new ride a new way to be,
i see you but you dont see me
I am everything you think you know and really dont
i am everything you wish that you could do but you know you wont...
cigarette burns and broken knuckle cuts, bloody fist blistered wrist, a scab obtained in nodded bliss
a token from the other world, i close my eyes and touch the scar and travel back within my mind a souvenier i brought back home here, from another place and time.
all the words in the world cant touch my mind, your angry talk will never reach .... I am a force, a voice, more than just a body and a head piece,
diesel powered 12-liter heart wont stop, you got wat you got
but i got mine....
can you travel thru time?
can you get off a bus, early mornin steam from the vents, take a look around the city and say 'this is mine'?
can you go somewhere you afraid to see and face it with your eyes open?
can you feel the releif of giving up hope?
can you trace the track of your life by the marks on your skin, do you know wat you stand for?
can you break every thought you ever held turn it out and re learn wat its all about?
have you ever lived, flew higher, shined brighter than a thousand blue and red lights flashing reflected thru the night?
do you know wat its like,
to get ready to fly, take that
big
fat
shot
and.................
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A feen sits nodded out in a parked car across the street , body draped over the seat, shoulders slumped head bowed lost in a dream.
