Too long blinded by hindsight
You'd burn your eyes just to see a new dawn's light
Wicked things made of sinewy grace
Say it isn't you, but guess who chose this place?
When was it that you began to fear joy?
Or better yet, tell me why you fear at all?
Day in day out, curse the air you breathe
Why do you persist? A tighter tie is clearly all you need.
Today, tomorrow, just which will be your last?
It never comes, no not for you, you have to live to hate your past.
Can't you see the parody you have built into yourself?
You want death, but without the price of health?
So lost, buried under your own lies
Every wise man knows, no one really wants to die
No, just to collapse our darkness, just to see a better life.
So dispense with the sickness upon which you are built
And on that day, I will be free of your guilt.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
Too long blinded by hindsight
You'd burn your eyes just to see a new dawn's light
Wicked things made of sinewy grace
Say it isn't you, but guess who chose this place?
When was it that you began to fear joy?
Or better yet, tell me why you fear at all?
Day in day out, curse the air you breathe
Why do you persist? A tighter tie is clearly all you need.
Today, tomorrow, just which will be your last?
It never comes, no not for you, you have to live to hate your past.
Can't you see the parody you have built into yourself?
You want death, but without the price of health?
So lost, buried under your own lies
Every wise man knows, no one really wants to die
No, just to collapse our darkness, just to see a better life.
So dispense with the sickness upon which you are built
And on that day, I will be free of your guilt.
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