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Monday, March 7, 2011

My first lyrics.


Sloppy pieces of disentangled misery,
Pour me into a haze of a kind;
A purple one that somehow will blind,
Even the sharpest sense of mine.

Birds are chirping melodies aloft,
and yet it's the funeral march I hear;
It holds me captive in this cage,
the bars of which I cannot break and disappear.

Dead corpses sing lullabies to me and,
Ghosts, they hold me in their arms;
The world collapses but dreams set free,
What I once wanted is not what I have.

Oh sweet death, would you be painfree,
And do you promise to not bring guilt;
I feel this shame I carry forth,
of knowing less and knowing still

I know, I know, no sense we make,
As I add one plus two plus four;
As in everything else, in this arithmetic too I fail,
and end up in this world alone.

Dead corpses sing lullabies to me and,
Ghosts, they hold me in their arms;
The world collapses but dreams set free,
What I once wanted is not what I have.
Is not what I ever have..
Is not what I ever get..

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