There is no hope when I cant find
The line that divides time and sublime
All these thoughts within my mind
Have no control, like a man doing crime.
With no way to hide the pain
I have no way to ever gain,
Any sense of wonder in this land
I guess that's what it means to be a Bland.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
There is no hope when I cant find
The line that divides time and sublime
All these thoughts within my mind
Have no control, like a man doing crime.
With no way to hide the pain
I have no way to ever gain,
Any sense of wonder in this land
I guess that's what it means to be a Bland.
This is about not knowing my heritage or genetic back round
