persia
11-04-07, 04:48 PM
So lost, cant even bring thoughts to a comprehendible flow
Much that cant be understood because there is but one fact that is known
That this is the one of the three that was meant to carry on the tradition
To spend life trapped in the world as kids we suffered in
Cant make a simple decision to walk away from actions known to bring pain
Unable to look at the innocence of their lives with joy, only disdain
A conscious choice to allow the confusion that exists to remain indefinitely
And once successfully nurturing that fire to explosion, to stand defiantly
Successfully running another chance at normalcy into the ground
Victim unaware of the devil disguised as happiness they had found
Every time is gets a little worse then the last
Escalating more and more each time, unable to separate a future from a past
Extended replays of the havoc caused
Sill not able to prompt giving the violent reactions pause
All that can be said to be wrong in the world around me
Can be attributed only to the distorted vision of what’s right that I see
Incapable of stopping that which makes it hard to be logical
Classifying everything as an attempt to turn me from better than to simply prodigal
It’s the fault of this one or that one I say in the streets
In the end, the only one that is a responsible for the place where crazy and grounded meet
And crazy is winning
Joy that comes from taking them to places so dark it can’t even still be considered sinning
Some sick want for someone else to hurt enough to end the game
To absolve the responsibility and leave with a clear name
Psychosis that made a machete to a throat another game to be played
A challenge to see if the words were good enough to prevent being maimed
Another victory even if now a new player needs to be found
Still not ready for the madness to close, not hearing the final bell sound
Wondering if death is the only close this game will know
Afraid that running out of time will be the only act that will show.
Much that cant be understood because there is but one fact that is known
That this is the one of the three that was meant to carry on the tradition
To spend life trapped in the world as kids we suffered in
Cant make a simple decision to walk away from actions known to bring pain
Unable to look at the innocence of their lives with joy, only disdain
A conscious choice to allow the confusion that exists to remain indefinitely
And once successfully nurturing that fire to explosion, to stand defiantly
Successfully running another chance at normalcy into the ground
Victim unaware of the devil disguised as happiness they had found
Every time is gets a little worse then the last
Escalating more and more each time, unable to separate a future from a past
Extended replays of the havoc caused
Sill not able to prompt giving the violent reactions pause
All that can be said to be wrong in the world around me
Can be attributed only to the distorted vision of what’s right that I see
Incapable of stopping that which makes it hard to be logical
Classifying everything as an attempt to turn me from better than to simply prodigal
It’s the fault of this one or that one I say in the streets
In the end, the only one that is a responsible for the place where crazy and grounded meet
And crazy is winning
Joy that comes from taking them to places so dark it can’t even still be considered sinning
Some sick want for someone else to hurt enough to end the game
To absolve the responsibility and leave with a clear name
Psychosis that made a machete to a throat another game to be played
A challenge to see if the words were good enough to prevent being maimed
Another victory even if now a new player needs to be found
Still not ready for the madness to close, not hearing the final bell sound
Wondering if death is the only close this game will know
Afraid that running out of time will be the only act that will show.