my-mind-in-razors

FUCK! Time caught the fuck up with me! Now, do you remember? When sung our throats raw, for our, our fucking freedom. Now, do you remember? When we lost, everything, to the fucking decay of time. We both fucking know, that my best wasn't ever good enough. It never fucking has, and never will. (X3 - Progressively lower exhales.)

Time and time again We fucking fall Burn and fail Your hopes and dreams will never be We know we're all a fucking disgrace It can be said for the entire of our race. Bright lights Suffocate The air, our minds It's like poison in our hearts. Each time, I burn, I feel a failing resistance It's like the world is built to fall, Each time, we burn, we feel a failing resistance It's like the world is built to fall, yeah!

Forced to gasp loss of air Crushed lung's scream in despair for we will destroy you and lacerate your soul. Destruction is all we have left and your existence is meaningless at best while we try and find purpose you cruise along with the rest torn, shredded and soon to be dismembered I hope you know that your time has come, your time has come.

I said I'd love to rendezvous with eternity Forced to stop for no single soul Some disputed barricade blocked the way Slow pulse, slow beat My heart carries on for the both of us Nameless days blur into one Names are for the strong And I've been faking for too long. Where were you when the walls came caving in? Where were you when your heart stopped beating? Come on, come on Tell me I can keep you when you're gone. Crossed limbs, crossed minds, You said we never had a chance Though we always did.

Monkeys in nightgowns and Clouds in birthday suits Flowers sway to the rhythm of the wind Choirs at full harmonic-al prowess Tree's get high on such things.

As I stand in the shade The light abandon's the world Covered and hidden The light of the day fades away

As the harps play to the sun's downpour The birds tweet to the beat And the grey cement is scorched We race to the shade To avoid such glory That only a God could have made.

I fear that the human race is beginning to feel unease by the call of commitment. The ground we tread upon has been paved, slabbed and covered with concrete, which I feel is becoming essentially metaphorical for the instinct of love.

Your lips scream for grey Inn-animate, lack of lust, Your heart is sour and Filled with nothing. Hey, unloving I will love you.

Death Clambering, clutching, forever embracing, grasping those who dare challenge it. Such a swift exit for such a long life, thousands of memories lost in eternity, Those who care to remember are seduced by regret. For the one they try to remember Has been forever embraced by a death.