matthew121
06-01-2006, 10:41 AM
Tracing
I'm tracing shapes of clouds that shade
The distant machines that fail to fade
To photograph and frame whats drawn
Will help remind me of a world once pure
The view from my window is so surreal
The earth encased in a clay-sky seal
But one mistake and the sky will fall
It breaks up, breaks down and it breaks us all
Bombs drop, the world stops
We all fall down
Stomachs tied tight till you hear them snapping
Like elastic caught between our hands clapping
At the destruction and death that we have caused
Chilling, so distilling, there's reason to pause
So pause
Pause and stop now, stop before the well runs dry
Inevitablity doesn't know the meaning of compromise
There is still time, just don't wait for the clock
To run and run until your lapped and then locked
Inside a bubble of your own creating
Air running out, you should of stopped waiting
Bombs drop, the world stops
We all fall down
Could of been so different...
All I got so far, not finished, just put up for your thoughts, so thoughts please. Crit for crit, promised. And incase you couldn't tell it's about the danger that rich countries provide to other countries and to themselves, it's not an anti-Bush or anti-America song. Thanks for reading and thankyou very much if you crit, it will be appreciated and returned.
-Matthew
I'm tracing shapes of clouds that shade
The distant machines that fail to fade
To photograph and frame whats drawn
Will help remind me of a world once pure
The view from my window is so surreal
The earth encased in a clay-sky seal
But one mistake and the sky will fall
It breaks up, breaks down and it breaks us all
Bombs drop, the world stops
We all fall down
Stomachs tied tight till you hear them snapping
Like elastic caught between our hands clapping
At the destruction and death that we have caused
Chilling, so distilling, there's reason to pause
So pause
Pause and stop now, stop before the well runs dry
Inevitablity doesn't know the meaning of compromise
There is still time, just don't wait for the clock
To run and run until your lapped and then locked
Inside a bubble of your own creating
Air running out, you should of stopped waiting
Bombs drop, the world stops
We all fall down
Could of been so different...
All I got so far, not finished, just put up for your thoughts, so thoughts please. Crit for crit, promised. And incase you couldn't tell it's about the danger that rich countries provide to other countries and to themselves, it's not an anti-Bush or anti-America song. Thanks for reading and thankyou very much if you crit, it will be appreciated and returned.
-Matthew