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Jan 16, 2006 23:33

messages on trees
twigs and leaves
words engraved in stone
home sweet home

secrets covered in the night
your lights are awfully bright
answers spoken in the sky
wont you look at me in the
eyes are something you cant see
you do not want you need
everything you are i want you to
be the sun thats always shining
you read the stars like theyre poetry

what have your hands felt that you still need to
feel the door kickin in
sickness is split
the walls are our forest and thats all i can
get out of here while youre still alive
you can try to be brave i suggest you run and
hide away in your brain hide away in your mind
we can run together if your hand i can
find where youre head is
find where your head is
find where your head is
i am alive
find where your head is
find where your head is
find where your head is
i am still alive

i cannot read but i can spell
and if you have regrets youre going to
hell no i will not stand for you
there are plenty of other feet from which to
choose your allies wisely
i must confess you are are not rightly
dressed for this occasion has not arrived
and only when your mind speaks will you survive
and when you speak your mind it is like a bullet
and when you turn your head is like the turret
and when you think you think to hard
the simplicity of it will only get you this far
and your body when it sleeps
your thoughts counteract your body in
beats are the future of our dearest cities
and though you are not far you are not in
me i grew your eagerness straight from the ground
and when you turn right you hear no sounds
until the day that i finally take a rest
there is nothing i can do thats not my
best way to kill someone is to keep them alive
and off of their good energy you can survive

thank you and goodnight.
love, sean
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