72haha72
06-10-2008, 02:20 AM
"Withdrawal”
The portrait of this place makes me sick
No one will ever get what they long for
And no one will ever get rid of the callousness
Communication is lost, the feelings withdraw
Their voices sound like white noise
Everyone’s face is a fair reason to faint
How reasonable??
Just about how reasonable??
Miserable decorations on a long broken clock
With a needle and some rage I break the lock
Cadaverous image of my long dead ambition
The abyss is close, here comes my ignition
Everyday this pungee pit experience
The taste of old nickel
But I don´t
I don´t think so
As long as the window stays where it is
They’ve asked me about embers
But the truth is it rains
Why not feel a little blue?
Why not fear the attic?
The cracks of the ceiling remind me
Of that lonely place where pain is palpable
We don’t like the way freedom tastes
But inside everything’s Socorro please
Everyday this pungee pit experience
The taste of old nickel
But I don´t
I don´t think so
As long as the window stays where it is
Bloody future
Our time is done with the stitches
Bloody home
Maybe it’s not to late to hit and run
How reasonable??
Just about how ****ing reasonable?!?!
Is there a little bit of intelligence left??
Is there someone clever enough???
Is there at least one ounce of grey matter here???
HELL ****ING NO!
You wanted reasonable I’ll show you reasonable
The portrait of this place makes me sick
No one will ever get what they long for
And no one will ever get rid of the callousness
Communication is lost, the feelings withdraw
Their voices sound like white noise
Everyone’s face is a fair reason to faint
How reasonable??
Just about how reasonable??
Miserable decorations on a long broken clock
With a needle and some rage I break the lock
Cadaverous image of my long dead ambition
The abyss is close, here comes my ignition
Everyday this pungee pit experience
The taste of old nickel
But I don´t
I don´t think so
As long as the window stays where it is
They’ve asked me about embers
But the truth is it rains
Why not feel a little blue?
Why not fear the attic?
The cracks of the ceiling remind me
Of that lonely place where pain is palpable
We don’t like the way freedom tastes
But inside everything’s Socorro please
Everyday this pungee pit experience
The taste of old nickel
But I don´t
I don´t think so
As long as the window stays where it is
Bloody future
Our time is done with the stitches
Bloody home
Maybe it’s not to late to hit and run
How reasonable??
Just about how ****ing reasonable?!?!
Is there a little bit of intelligence left??
Is there someone clever enough???
Is there at least one ounce of grey matter here???
HELL ****ING NO!
You wanted reasonable I’ll show you reasonable