Posted by Dimond Dust on March 20, 1999 at 00:35:24:
Step into your mind,
And feel the gears,
Turn and grind,
See the pictures,
Bouncing ball,
Hammer nails,
In the wall.
Close your eyes,
And spin around,
Feel your feet,
Leave the ground,
Know not what you see is true,
Make me sick,
What to do?
Lonlyness sinking in,
Papers wasted in the bin,
Ugly faces two by two,
Eat me up,
Insisde and through,
You see me,
But that can't be,
Darkened skys carry three.
Grab the knife and push it in,
Spill the blood and lets begin,
Dreams become reality,
When you sacrificed,
Your individuality.
Lovers wove an ugly tune,
Wrapp yourself, new cocoon,
Lipstick pressed cigarettes,
Sacrificing your interests,
Open the door and step out again,
Leave your mind full of sin,
Troubled minds, pulsing veins,
Concrete blonde, freeway lanes,
Stained glass,
Painted black,
Fret for everything,
Panic attack,
Swing your arms,
Learn to fly,
Heavens higher,
When you die.
Whisper to yourself,
In the dark of night,
Hear your echoe make a sound,
Push and pull,
bring me down.
Go back into your mind,
And Throw the wrench,
Sit on down on the park bench,
Feel free to,
Cram the gears,
Go ahead,
Release your fears.
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