From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At core I?ve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won?t escape me
But why should I care.
There?s a place so dark you can?t see the end
Skies back and shock that wicht can?t defend
The rain then sends dripping, an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
The with the eyes tightly shut, looking trough the rust and rot
And dust, a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it?s dark again.
In the memory you?ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
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Moving all around, screaming of the ups and down
Pollution manifested in the perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamp, chain link and concentrate
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down street till the wind is gone
In the memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper crumpled up it can?t be perfect again.
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I?m telling you that
I see, it right thought you.
Letra añadida por: Ces