You are the final piece to this mismatched symphony...
crafted shy of perfect and meant to align me.
But I'm ignoring the cues and warping the lines.
Show me where God ordained the signs.
I'm playing jokers against a queen of hearts
It's a dramatic scene, no one knows their parts
You laugh, the chorus of angels; and kiss me
And It's the alternative utopian reality of heaven I see
Where liars and poets speak of emotion
And religion provides a cleansing ocean
Just inside the constraints of definition
You show me life from a cynic's rendition
And I subscribe with reckless abandon
This pathetic shadow is my chosen stand in
Once the forecast changes you'll be gone
And so will I, the rock the lie was built upon
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 6:50 PM UTC
You are the final piece to this mismatched symphony...
crafted shy of perfect and meant to align me.
But I'm ignoring the cues and warping the lines.
Show me where God ordained the signs.
I'm playing jokers against a queen of hearts
It's a dramatic scene, no one knows their parts
You laugh, the chorus of angels; and kiss me
And It's the alternative utopian reality of heaven I see
Where liars and poets speak of emotion
And religion provides a cleansing ocean
Just inside the constraints of definition
You show me life from a cynic's rendition
And I subscribe with reckless abandon
This pathetic shadow is my chosen stand in
Once the forecast changes you'll be gone
And so will I, the rock the lie was built upon
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