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Reality: a song
Falling down,
Never made a sound
Just a nut in her shell,
Life’s a living hell.
Living in her own world,
Like a creature inside that curled
Around the flickering light
Just to stay warm at night
Vague sound of screams
Slicing through the piracy of the
Dark,
Soothing in its ragged
Despair… apathy at its
Best
Silence stifles the best of our dark
Inside to out, walks in the park
‘People say I’m gone crazy, well I’ll be back’
For sounding so freaky I have a strange knack
Death is our mistress, she rules us well
If we disobey we go straight to hell
We are all equal, at her beck and call
Old, young, no matter- she will take us all
Chorus
Ambiguity is a wondrous thing
It takes our minds, like birds on the wing
Makes us all insane, although we try
To fight it off, it’s still made up of lies.
Still, all in all we do our best
To stay in the front, up with the rest
Though around this idea my mind just can’t bend
‘Cause we’ll all end up just as dead in the end.
Chorus (fade)
Truth
Music lives- that is the truth.
Words create worlds- I search them.
Together they are an entity- I am
Part of it. Songs flow through my
Veins- my lifeblood. I draw in
Words, let them out- my air.
Without them I lack life- I
Would be truly dead.
Maybe, I sometimes believe,
I already am.
People die, even with blood and
Air-- Music and words. Life passes
Me by- I am in the world- Never
Of it. C’est la vie… That’s life.
And that is the truth.
Various litle bits from my spare time:
“Riddle me this,
Riddle me that,”
The devil then smiled,
And tipped his black hat.
Monster, demons,
Bumps in the night,
Flee with the dawn,
And the coming of light.
Shield your eyes,
Drop your disguise,
All of your lies
Will be your demise
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