| Slide A backwards spin sureal is real [must I feel] pain for what gain... Is there a light somewhere [so I can see] Is there a fire I can lay by [to feel warm] ~wrap your arms around me~ was this the way it was to be, sense the day I was born... My torment in life to bear a strife I can't define... a backwords slide into the unreal the only thing thats really real... I look into the faces of long ago and long to let go... I dont want to see you in dreams they end in terror screams... placate myself the approaching storm wont last... it will slip into the past... then you can rest at last... a whispered prayer, a grip that tightens until the blood runs from my hands, in the grip of death, I grip my life a ghost slides in taking residence again... mind screams, shatter dreams how am I to begin... distillation of evil, your here again... seeming even stronger than before... where is the door, help me off the floor... up and running, I imagine you under my gun there's a furry in the air, it says your not taking me anywhere... but here I am slammed to the ground. The toy you broke has awoke, into the full splendor of all your old endeavors. |
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