I'm a Computer Engineer by day and an artist by night.. but tired of computers, machines, numbers, letters, codes, syntax, binaries, and electronics- to cut it short I'm tired of my work... tired of bein' alone... tired of pretending... tired of everything... whew deym!!! I wanna have my own life, my own happiness, my own spirit... and my own world... call me freak but I really wanna have my own world!!!
I sing with my spirit floating... spittin' out all my angst and shoutin' out all the angers that kept inside me... Hit me hard but I ain't goin' to relax, I'll grab my mic and start to utter my lyrics, give me your beat and I'll go with my pitch... play you a song which will crunch you hard 'til you drop off your head and tear off your ear...
Feeling like I can't forgive, but I want to It's like I don't know how to live, I'm afraid to I used to think take them as they come, without hesitations, Now it's like my head is filled with lies, and persuasions As the sun begins to fall I hear her calling out to me she's sayin' hurry it's one more day is gone WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE JUST TO FORGET SO I CAN REMEMBER HOW TO LIVE AGAIN I am feeling dissonant, and distracted The toxic chemicals are spilling in my head and they're bleeding deadly reactions And as the moon begins to rise he shows me all the colors that I'm hiding I'm hiding myself WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE JUST TO FORGET WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO GET SOME REST SO I CAN REMEMBER HOW TO LIVE AGAIN I WANNA LIVE AGAIN Am I desperately losing this fight When I should really be choosing my flight Take me now... Though Im young and cynical Thats not my only crime Ive been stealing all your cigarettes To save another dime In case you havent noticed I just gave them all away TELL ME WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME NOW THAT I'VE TRADED ALL MY ARMOR FOR A CROWN COME ON WHAT DO YOU DO WITH ME NOW THAT I'VE TAKEN DOWN THE MIRROR ON THE WALL AND THE SWEET RAIN IS READY TO FALL GIVING IT UP FOR YOU Take your aim like Artemis And kill another dove But when your heart becomes a hunter You may wound your chance to love Painted eyes and empty streets Taking it down Selling perfect tragedies Without a sound Faded roses scattered on the ground I WILL BE WANTED I WILL NOT FALL FROM GRACE DAYLIGHT HAS WAITED JUST TO LIVE UPON YOUR FACE I WON'T BE HAUNTED I WILL NOT SLEEP TO DREAM ALL THAT I WANTED HAS BEEN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME Now that I am coming to Black from the fight Shaking out the dusty blue Into the night And there will be no waving of the white All the hell just gets me higher than before Now an angel has come knocking on my door To tell me I can fly...
