I wish it all wasn't so broken All of us and everything Finding cracks so deep in the most unsuspecting places really makes it seem like we really don't know what were doing Makes it look like the ones talking to the skies are on to something Isn't that sane to think so? Compared to the chaos of existence I wish I knew you But doesn't seem that's the thing Anyone knowing anyone No matter the time or aging Always a piece hidden I wonder if that's what the sky sees? All of us..... All pieces......naked....raw....bleeding I wish we knew how to build our fates and existence, that we were tradesmen of the universe A lovely idea to build the wind instead of the sails We could direct Not seek but know I've heard some say well then what would be the meaning of life? But do you know our meaning now? Maybe we will see each other But with no wind paper airplanes won't get far
Never a more elegant dance than in a lovers eyes The things a body will do under there spell Affliction, passion, scars, broken in the right places I get lost In your eyes In your smell, touch
Stumbling thumbs I'm numb Eat out the hearts that don't know me Its a sick run to the heart So be easy in your judgement Sick from sin craving love You can't blame a dark lost soul
Wild in my eyes sees it in you I've never been owned Chained up Tied down Forced to be anything else You don't look like you can be owned A possession Wild.......free.........with fire I didn't notice the man on your arm I noticed your lack of interest in this place We should go
Well.......... Fates indecisive and I'm impatient My hands have built and destroyed bigger things Is there any need for an explanation as to why a person takes hold of there life No..........there's not Look to the sky for light dear, my eyes are busy
Where do I begin or end I am without any explanation of my sin I've chosen to stay mad because I understand why people are sad I'm ****** contagious and mighty in my mind teetering on the edge of insanity with my back to sublime I get bored with everyday life and depression is another label for a long drawn out death for 30 years il wait maybe 30 more il pay all my bills work and forever more be a ******* bore drill in my tired soul some more eat your heart out poe we all die wanting more I didn't ask for this so I won't ask for love or understanding or acceptance from above fill my mind with only ever my existences woes I count on fingers and toes all my scars and sewn my mouth shut for screaming in the dark I will not I walk by the lights of gunshots cause love is a fairytale like a old movie I play to reminisce of my young innocent ignorant hearts view of the world