Buddah MAC
04-08-07, 02:26 PM
lost in salvation with no landmarks seen
sight blurs to where horizon blends blue-green
and they become one, duality undone, scene
shaken by the centuries forgotten into dream
ether, clouding thoughts of those standing tall
cutting Christmas ribbons out allegorical fall
my gift to you, returned with reciept in hand
stuck on shelves infinately as planned
as the stockrooms fill, dust builds on the top one
stays past our decay, will never have it's plot done
never taught one, brought some the lesson plan
eyes shut tight brings out the best in man
from your view, poor you, believing the hype
cynicism vision til your life turns overripe
your stereo type defining soul's sour harmony
still attempt tune Sundays before back to the armory
of self-preservation at expense of the collective
abandoned by the elected and castle unprotected
what other choice remains? that what you claim?
the infinite options afforded you glare down with distain
unbeknownst to you, unaware of bliss you're draped in
world about to enter silence just before the tape ends
so what are the voiceless gonna fill the void with?
or just lie there like always content to be toyed with
sight blurs to where horizon blends blue-green
and they become one, duality undone, scene
shaken by the centuries forgotten into dream
ether, clouding thoughts of those standing tall
cutting Christmas ribbons out allegorical fall
my gift to you, returned with reciept in hand
stuck on shelves infinately as planned
as the stockrooms fill, dust builds on the top one
stays past our decay, will never have it's plot done
never taught one, brought some the lesson plan
eyes shut tight brings out the best in man
from your view, poor you, believing the hype
cynicism vision til your life turns overripe
your stereo type defining soul's sour harmony
still attempt tune Sundays before back to the armory
of self-preservation at expense of the collective
abandoned by the elected and castle unprotected
what other choice remains? that what you claim?
the infinite options afforded you glare down with distain
unbeknownst to you, unaware of bliss you're draped in
world about to enter silence just before the tape ends
so what are the voiceless gonna fill the void with?
or just lie there like always content to be toyed with