Cryogenik
12-14-05, 12:27 AM
This isn't freedom of expression, its the expression of freedom/
Freedom to complain about restraints, unwilling angst, immoral reasons/
For pulling sheisty moves, in action or in spirit/
The figurative deception, a question of the diction's realness/
I see it all with a clearness amidst a drunken blur of misconception/
Submissive to the transgression, yet second guessing if she feel it....
Etching shades of paranoia in my gray matter, I raise standards/
Face data with faith's slander, erase it the day after/
I may hafta, break apart your molecules/
Re-arrange the priorities that make up the parts of you/
Trying to breath life into the corpse of what it was, how it is/
Now it's this, a figurehead of memories that's doused in ****/
So now all I got is spite, cheap domestic beer, and this lousy spliff/
but I'm DOWN for this, with guardian angels surrounding it!/
Cuz you couldn't handle it, seduced by the silent sounds of bliss/
Freedom from obligation, I'm optional, you've found your niche/
Indulge in it, until you hit the ceiling and drown in myths/
While I brandish my contempt, explore vices, and pound my fists...
Drink....smoke.....I'm complacent with that/
My soul on ice, with my only passion's fate in the glass/
Toss it back, then think about how I wasted my past/
I made it to last, you probably made it to pass/
A little time while you hit that next phase and you dashed...
Freedom to complain about restraints, unwilling angst, immoral reasons/
For pulling sheisty moves, in action or in spirit/
The figurative deception, a question of the diction's realness/
I see it all with a clearness amidst a drunken blur of misconception/
Submissive to the transgression, yet second guessing if she feel it....
Etching shades of paranoia in my gray matter, I raise standards/
Face data with faith's slander, erase it the day after/
I may hafta, break apart your molecules/
Re-arrange the priorities that make up the parts of you/
Trying to breath life into the corpse of what it was, how it is/
Now it's this, a figurehead of memories that's doused in ****/
So now all I got is spite, cheap domestic beer, and this lousy spliff/
but I'm DOWN for this, with guardian angels surrounding it!/
Cuz you couldn't handle it, seduced by the silent sounds of bliss/
Freedom from obligation, I'm optional, you've found your niche/
Indulge in it, until you hit the ceiling and drown in myths/
While I brandish my contempt, explore vices, and pound my fists...
Drink....smoke.....I'm complacent with that/
My soul on ice, with my only passion's fate in the glass/
Toss it back, then think about how I wasted my past/
I made it to last, you probably made it to pass/
A little time while you hit that next phase and you dashed...