This world runs on ones and zeroes,
Decorated by smoke n' mirrors,
Mirrors; reflecting the hopes and fears.
Smoke; that’s the obstacles, obstruction, the obtrusion.
The tools used by self-destruction, self-delusion.
A reminder; this body is mine,
This temple is built just fine.
But all construction ends in due time.
At the number we expire
So for the moment I do what I **** well want, please or desire.
Cause I love to play with fire.
Know nothing that gets me higher.
It's not even the way it looks or dances,
Im possessed by the touch, that feel,
The heat of chances, the burn of bad luck
And
The blisters that remind me that I heal.
He said that’s what people do,
We go off, on, off, on until the end of infinity,
Just like the two digits repeating.
Zero and one, whole and none.
Told me binary defined entirety
But numbers don’t reside inside of me.
Like anyone else I’ve just got the message, the virus, the word
It’s been spoken, spat and spun
Rarely is it caught, got or heard.
But I figured out why, he said figures fill up the skies
When I looked up and why did I spy with my little eye?
Each night I see less star light
I remembered;
Stars light, Stars bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may I wish I might
Have the wish I wished that night,
The will to fight, the means to win
Give me childhood all over again,
So I can make the same mistakes twice,
Given the chance I’d make ‘em a third and a forth
Everytime I scratch I increase in worth.
Though only given one birth,
One chance to play with flames like they’re stars ablaze
Before zero; the end of time,
Even the magic held by that nursery rhyme
Cant match the reason, time presses on and
That moment between is all we’re given
And at some points you’ll think you’re doing it wrong,
Listen when I say carry on.
Because even if the world can be represented
by the two numbers he presented,
Time spent playing with fire is never regretted
You don’t forget it.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
This world runs on ones and zeroes,
Decorated by smoke n' mirrors,
Mirrors; reflecting the hopes and fears.
Smoke; that’s the obstacles, obstruction, the obtrusion.
The tools used by self-destruction, self-delusion.
A reminder; this body is mine,
This temple is built just fine.
But all construction ends in due time.
At the number we expire
So for the moment I do what I **** well want, please or desire.
Cause I love to play with fire.
Know nothing that gets me higher.
It's not even the way it looks or dances,
Im possessed by the touch, that feel,
The heat of chances, the burn of bad luck
And
The blisters that remind me that I heal.
He said that’s what people do,
We go off, on, off, on until the end of infinity,
Just like the two digits repeating.
Zero and one, whole and none.
Told me binary defined entirety
But numbers don’t reside inside of me.
Like anyone else I’ve just got the message, the virus, the word
It’s been spoken, spat and spun
Rarely is it caught, got or heard.
But I figured out why, he said figures fill up the skies
When I looked up and why did I spy with my little eye?
Each night I see less star light
I remembered;
Stars light, Stars bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may I wish I might
Have the wish I wished that night,
The will to fight, the means to win
Give me childhood all over again,
So I can make the same mistakes twice,
Given the chance I’d make ‘em a third and a forth
Everytime I scratch I increase in worth.
Though only given one birth,
One chance to play with flames like they’re stars ablaze
Before zero; the end of time,
Even the magic held by that nursery rhyme
Cant match the reason, time presses on and
That moment between is all we’re given
And at some points you’ll think you’re doing it wrong,
Listen when I say carry on.
Because even if the world can be represented
by the two numbers he presented,
Time spent playing with fire is never regretted
You don’t forget it.
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