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Old 04-27-03, 07:11 AM   #1
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Talking havent done this in a while

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Havent done one of these in forever... Tell me what you think...

Steady stressin' with no sense on direction/
Roaming through life with a perplexed complexion/
Holding feelings in, pray for a confession/
Can’t take many more of life’s lessons/
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger/
To hell with that, I don’t want to be here any longer/
Hitting the walls, throbbing with animosity/
Fuck the cat, and its curiosity/
The settlers came and created a city/
The place where everyone acts cold and shows no pity/
Ruthless and'll do whatever it takes/
I feel out of place in this bed of snakes/
Kicking over my ladder along with my hopes/
The angels came down trying to show me the ropes/
Tied it around my neck, turns out they were rivals/
Flew away prior to slapping me with the bible/
Influenced by my surroundings/
Can’t escape stress, feel him at the door pounding/
Pretend to not be home, but get robbed by greed/
Can’t pay attention to all, jump upon my trusty steed/
Slowly light him up and inhale his ashes/
Living life in the stopped lane, everyone passes/
Passes on to being CEO's and general managers/
Can’t make contact, just labeled as a damager/
Family gone, no where to be found/
Here comes my steed again, in the form of a pound/
He’s improved since last time, got 10 cents but cant afford a dime/
Scrawling on pieces of paper to relieve the feelings/
Stuck on the hook and the fisherman’s reeling/
Keeling, over with laughter/
Angry sheriff saying it’s his daughter I’m after/
Could go to school but I failed the entrance exams/
Was once an acquaintance with death, but we had a falling out/
Tried to get into his house, arrived at the courtyard and got kicked out/
I'm asking why? Just points his thin fingers behind me/
Hiding in the shadows? Light can you find me?/
Everything is alive can you feel the motion/
Can’t feel anything, drink down the potion/
Its been going on too long begin the long journey back to sanity/
Cant travel the roads, white coats are after me/
Divert to the forest, I can see sanity now/
Wait I’m in a desert, the white coats closing in now/
Injected into my veins a temporary fixation/
Strapped to the bed, I begin my contemplation/
Am I really here? Or suspended in a space station/
Life gone by, at the drop of a hat/
Cant anyone here me? If you can, tell me where sanity’s at/
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