Scenicmind
Greenlighter
Don’t let my mind fade out
Let it retain my doubt
And aspire to the height
An eternal endless night
Become the strike
Nothing more if I used a “mic”
I done so much I’ve suffered
Everything in my mind has been buffered
Crisp and clean the zone I’m in
The time is now and I want “everything”
But the seasons change and the time calls for continue
But I’ve never been stable in the same venue
This feeling of addiction will only last for two
And the songs that I listen will break upon my glue
What I may become to greater my distinct
Will lay my mind to rest and creation will extinct
In the boughs of the collective the stream is steady
But my will is retaining with the something heavy
The voice of my soul is knowingly found
But the object it seeks is nothing but a hound
I want more the sense of this
Nothing more with these pity voices
Just a modulation in the soul of my lifeless
Now a collateral the years are priceless
Form first to last and here to now there’s not much of a strain
But the limp being of my love brings me great pain
A cunning tort an emotional "classic"
The stride of my life is barren and sick
What bestows of the hindering gloom
The knight is darkest just before the dawn; settle as a boom
Noticing the figure of the imaginable fate
The devastating facts that spire and hide is running late
The gauge of my iris is the bulb of space
Wide and glossy with the chemical lace
Let it retain my doubt
And aspire to the height
An eternal endless night
Become the strike
Nothing more if I used a “mic”
I done so much I’ve suffered
Everything in my mind has been buffered
Crisp and clean the zone I’m in
The time is now and I want “everything”
But the seasons change and the time calls for continue
But I’ve never been stable in the same venue
This feeling of addiction will only last for two
And the songs that I listen will break upon my glue
What I may become to greater my distinct
Will lay my mind to rest and creation will extinct
In the boughs of the collective the stream is steady
But my will is retaining with the something heavy
The voice of my soul is knowingly found
But the object it seeks is nothing but a hound
I want more the sense of this
Nothing more with these pity voices
Just a modulation in the soul of my lifeless
Now a collateral the years are priceless
Form first to last and here to now there’s not much of a strain
But the limp being of my love brings me great pain
A cunning tort an emotional "classic"
The stride of my life is barren and sick
What bestows of the hindering gloom
The knight is darkest just before the dawn; settle as a boom
Noticing the figure of the imaginable fate
The devastating facts that spire and hide is running late
The gauge of my iris is the bulb of space
Wide and glossy with the chemical lace
