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Debating Reality no one wants to hear your side, minds stuck
in overdrive don't take the time to listen, they much prefer debating what is real and what is not... what
is real, what is not it can't help if all you've got is voices echoing the same, who or what can we blame
it's the game they want to play... if we lose what little we have how will we ever get it back? no
one wants to know your reasons, they've already bought the lie they're not their brothers keeper, it's not about one
another it's all about being right... it's all about being right, minds stuck in overdrive don't take
the time to listen, they spend their lives debating what is real and what is not...
Metaphysics in my mind, time is not passing away it's
accumulating day by day and forever is forever expanding into space... the wind has nothing to say as it goes
any which way it cares to blow lifting our trouble and our worry into the great unknown... i can't help but
wonder why i wonder at all... within the storm calmness yet astounds inside the silence that surrounds
everything - nothing can be found... the wind has nothing to say and in my mind time is not passing away...
YOU'RE NOT ALONE if you feel quite lost amidst the
noise and such matteers both great and small you're not alone the slings, and arrows, and stones
are cast upon us all... can you fall aslepp? do you worry? do you keep wondering when the night will
end? you're not alone tired eyes everywhere you go and lives that need to mend... you're not alone
in thinking the world's done gone crazy you're not alone in feeling a little kindness would be healing you're
not alone in hoping tomorrow will be better... hours become days, time is as vague as the answer to "what
went wrong?" you're not alone uncertainty is all we know for sure...
I ALWAYS MEANT WELL i always meant well even when it seemed
i had no idea what i should do i always meant well when it came to you i always meant well... life
has a way of going where it will sometimes all i can do is just hold on moments only last until they're gone
i always meant well... time dissolves the memories we would keep into strangers and ghosts simply passing
through all i remember when it comes to you i always meant well...
COMING UNDONE reality is light years away hiding from the
lunacy from the pondering minds and twiddling thumbs of complacency who watch the world burn... logic
is nonsense, common sense absurd humanity pauses but can never seem to find the right words as the world burns...
the sun is getting hotter, the stars are getting further away the threads of existence are frayed, and coming undone...
hands can't hold time, it's bound to escape to who knows where, will we be there to see the world burn?
EMPHASIS ON C hope for the best, pray for blue skies
find a friend and hold on tight someone you can trust and hold on tight hope for the best, and pray for blue
skies... some folk run, and some folks hide some folk simply go by the wayside some folk run, they run
and run...
OUR WOULD BE KINGS the ways of the mad, desperate to rule
they'd silence me, put strings on you the tools of the trade of our would be kings the one's who keep saying
"listen to me"
LOST YOUTH the lens of time distorts things, changes things
and memories are such vague things, they all blend in i wish i could remember but it seems i can only forget...
the promise of youth is so far away, lost in a haze the endless suddenly stops one day, with nothing to say
i wish i could remember but it seems i can only forget... the space between perception, deception and reality
is such a thin thing, they simply blend in i wish i could understand but all i do is wonder why... stories keep
evolving, and becoming myth made out of nothing worth telling i wish i could understand but all i do is wonder
why...
PATTERNS IN YARN he sits and stares, and wonders how he
lived to be older than he ever dreamed no one knocks, no telephone rings he cooks sometimes but barely eats
a thing reliving all his rights and wrongs his time as short as his days are long... she sows patterns
in yarn that go on and on like the hours that pass until they're gone her house is dark in the still of the
night she quiets her mind, and closes tight her eyes reliving all her rights and wrongs her time as short
as her days are long... children leave, old friends die only lonliness can fill the empty time...
A BROKEN HOUSE the broken hands of a broken clock on
the broken wall of a broken house tell the broken tale of a broken heart of a broken mind born of a broken thought
it's the broken end to a broken start when time just flew, until it stopped... no one dreams anymore...
WEARING OUT MY BROOM sweeping up your dust is never ending
all i'm doing's wearin out my broom you're in, you're out, i'm up, i'm down why's it so hard to be with you?
nothing i've tried is working nothing i say's getting through i know, yes i know, i've got no business
convincing myself you'd be true and i know, yes i know, i've been the fool why's it so hard loving you?
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