With this ink in our skin we've sealed our fate And the ax comes early Only Naturally So what does that matter? There's a bed of skeletons waiting for me On the other side They're waiting for my next move Next fatal breath Human lives to me seem so unreal You can't see through the fog Nothing past the gray wall See past stereotype Belief Structure built up in you I'll tear you down And the one who created you If they didn't have One how would they act? If we didn't have hope how would we behave? Would they still feel remorse If they slaughtered the innocent beings? Or is hope the only thing that keeps you sane? A good friend once told me You are memory Without them we equal nothing And all I can see is the place I want to be Suddenly my life was so free Leaves at my feet Blown to the ground Their echoes are reaching my ears Night's coming fast Sun's going down But keep away from me We may have created the beginning, mentally We may have created the beginning, physically To the end of our human existence Confused I don't know the answers but neither do you.
Toufle · Mon Jul 06, 2009 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |