The sun is shining over all I see There's a pleasant feeling falling over me And though my mind still finds trouble soon I'll be set free Set a course for the clouds amongst the cosmic sea I'll find myself in a place of wonder atop the highest of trees Nothing but space and time will be there to keep a hold of me
I don't want the world I don't want your gold All that I want / is to sit beside your throne So here I wait / on the floor And here I'll wait / forever more There is nothing / of which I'm sure Except that I / want to be yours
I'm a liar It's what writers do We make up stories Because if we don't We're afraid you'll think Less of us for The little lives we Lead through our misery Without the lies We would have to be The worst thing you see We hate ourselves indiscriminately
I pledge allegiance, to the brands, that fund the disjoined state of america, and to the republic, too scared to stand, one hypocrisy, under god, all invisible, with indignity and with injustice for all
Customers come Our concern in feigned Customers leave Of them we complain News is on the televisions in our burrito shop So customers can see reports of our competitors e. Coli outbreak Someone asks if our steak can be cooked less The answer is no They leave without ordering *Come again
loneliness has defined this old soul. Bittersweet melody has tuned my way of living.
I don't know how much my heart could stand the weight and wait for that simple moment, that single spark to feel alive and stop breathing the ashen smog of reality.