"I still recall the taste of your tears..."
NIN was there during a very dark time in me life (Imagine that! Someone listening to NIN during a depression...)
Anyways, Trent Reznor will always have a place in my heart...
The Becoming
i beat my machine
it's a part of me
it's inside of me
i'm stuck in this dream
it's changing me
i am becoming
the me that you know he had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs he is broken and sore
the me that you know he doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears
it's the nature of
of my circuitry
drowns out all i hear
there's no escape from this
my new consciousness
that me that you know he used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he is left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when i'm right with you i'm so far away
i can try to get away but i've strapped myself in
i can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
i can see it killing away all of my bad parts
i don't want to listen but it's all too clear
hiding backwards inside of me
i feel so unafraid
Anne, hold a little tighter
i might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
it won't give up it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
I'm looking forward to joining you, finally
as black as the night can get
everything is safer now
there's always a way to forget
once you learn to find a way how
in the blur of serenity
where did everything get lost?
the flowers of naivete
buried in a layer of frost
the smell of sunshine
i remember sometimes
thought he had it all before they called his bluff
found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough
wanted to go back to how it was before
thought he lost everything
then he lost a whole lot more
a fool's devotion
swallowed up in empty space
the tears of regret
frozen to the side of his face
the smell of sunshine
i remember sometime
i've done all i can do
could i please come with you?
sweet smell of sunshine
i remember sometimes
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Sure, it seems somber, but...there's something about blind devotion that gets to me.
Thanks, harasser.
[ 07 December 2001: Message edited by: Furnace ]