The world is coming to an end. As people sin the begin transcends. And the wars fought that no one will ever win. A flag is flown high in the sky as the atmosphere dies. It appears clear to the dear that hide from these fears. As tears pour down from the sky like acid rain. Pain protects love and the gift that no one can trust. So lust is turned into rust as dead eyes decay with grace. Our human race has misplaced fate with hate. With apologies of tragedies calm and casually. Gradually the grid explains these kids that lift up oceans when commotion is kind. Blind in the mind we all find time to live life. Cut with a knife that glides through out life with no strife. People exist as the experience the shift. Different directions with similar connections. It will all be perfected as the world evolves. To solve the problem i wrote a song for you. Its not long before the bombs will be dropped and no one will be able to stop the cause. We where all born with flaws but some learn to defy these laws. With no room for applause, i pause with god and observe this odd love that turns back into fear. The years of change that feels so strange that danger is near. We can all stear clear into the direction of the mirror. And look straight into the third eye that provides guidance which is light. And when night comes the old will meet the young. My tongue can be toxic, but if i don't speak no one will spot it. In reality we all bleed with a need. But don't let greed feed this beast. A feast of famon but who really knows what will happen. Some will die in the eyes of emotion, but a love potion was created to erase your sedated ways. Learn to play with your shadow that follows your every footstep. And when you walk backwards do it with laughter because magic can turn tragic. There are so many drugs that flood within our blood. But you can feel real without popping the pill. It takes the will of a still thought. And only you can unloosen the knots.
The People of Love.
Sometimes are hard But soft moments caress you stress Left with the impression of a million sighs Our life is decided by what we see in eyes Everyone has told a lie No one wants to admit they can't quit Locked up with love A drug that floods within our blood We all have the need Some plant a seed fertile in there soul Not knowing which way to go A ghost guides the blind This hypnotic god is odd Changing history A mystery to minds that search lost never able to find time for laughter Disaster This pattern will eventually shatter matter The air we breathe is from tired trees with expired leaves Who will believe the things they can't see The world is wearing thin As history repeats itself again A mathmatician calculated the date When everything ends.
i tried to figure it out but it made me weak. now obselete to this matter i shatter creating the most mystical pattern. i am the ring that surrounds saturn. the lantern that gives you light in the night producing images of sight. things will work out in a way unexplained. don't ever give up your pain. someday we will regain our full range and transform into something so strange the change seemed unreal. feel the things that make your skin peel. ride the bike with one wheel. learn to crawl backwards with a pasefire that has expired. drink venom from the veins of the insane. understand the words i say. one day you will be far from hear. i will appear to make myself clear. my power will devour all those that chose to go against me when i was fatigued. now that you believe you can choose the path to follow with me. i am intrigued by you as much as you are by me. so lets combine our minds to find fools gold thats turned cold from greed that bleeds. we speak a language in different tones. flex the spirits with holy moans. at times we both thought we were drones. then we found our fix and persisted with magic. so tragic to the one that will never see the sun. eyes that have never explored the sky being deprived of life. locked in a room, a window with the reflection of the moon, it comes then it leaves so soon. daydream. a castle in the air.
someone feed me. i am poor and can't afford the things in this world. teach me tragic magic. let me transform into a storm then rain on your parade. i feel great when i can relate to fate without fake hate. i take a walk and talk to myself. singing melodies that are tragedies to victims calm and casually. i collide with disguises and eyes that hide from life. i understand because we all have demands. some dream of a masterplan. others question the man. we all deteriate at our own rate. so learn to love something. hate will bring you nothing.
sometimes its a crime for my mind my thoughts of you being my majesty is like a tragedy with no casualties i feel from my inside out without a doubt of fear hoping you will appear when i look in the mirror the morning is new and gives me a chance to improve if my days remand the same, i will never change into something strange like desire that everyone deserves within the hour i watch her flower and develop a power that soon hypnotizes my stance left in this trance i daydream of things like romance as vacant eyes pass through empty skys i need to express importance self evident significance i know where i need to go with my life the things reassuring are inside dont let me wander through time
1/6 of her salary came to me casually. Handed down by blood My relative repaired with care. Enforcing more sores I absorb light Seldom repeating to appear dear Walk with this simple mind And find time for daydreams. When everything feels like letting go. Walk backwards to find the begin. Again? The song begins then there is laughter. Patterns of magic. Spontaneous like combustion. Making millions then resigning thin. The get rich rejected head. The come get it quick threat. There is motion of this sickness and it splits inside you. It twists! Shifts! Then connects? In effect of Inflicted repetition Water refected like honor Crying from the eye. A conversational canvas. That was created liked sedated shades. Placed against the face Curved to the shape of blades My faith hesistates when i relate to fate like a bad date. To be fake from the thing that brings me elation Is like sedation so my stride toward pride is unique Talking with words in there own technique. With nothing to compare So come take the dare. To be blind in the mind But kind and true inside. So search the sky For explanations just why. We are here to choose and live fear. If we could complete our soft with our weak You could imagine with no disbelief That you could be something worthwhile like style. Comfort comes from the things you see. Discomfort comes and brings you defeat. But you can repair and rebuild the belief That someday you'll be whole And not 5/6 complete.