2 Verses and a Chor. from a recent song written... (mine, duh)
Restless endeavors prove wasted and tired
Recounting lost secrets and bringing them into
The hours recording dead dreams once excited
The knives in my thighs
Are lodged in too deep, now
With fickle intention to keep me from bleeding to death
I opened my eyes with that saavy intent
To restate by example and forfeit depressed
One soul to learn by, two souls to fly
So I live in stereo hi-fi, low volume
One dream echoes left, the other so faint as if taken by valuum
Heroism rides out only so far before
Blackened relief decomposes a seeded core
The Villain is viscous, and evil with bat wings
But times when she sings she can be so reverent
And everyone knows she's just too cool
Recounting lost secrets and bringing them into
The hours recording dead dreams once excited
The knives in my thighs
Are lodged in too deep, now
With fickle intention to keep me from bleeding to death
I opened my eyes with that saavy intent
To restate by example and forfeit depressed
One soul to learn by, two souls to fly
So I live in stereo hi-fi, low volume
One dream echoes left, the other so faint as if taken by valuum
Heroism rides out only so far before
Blackened relief decomposes a seeded core
The Villain is viscous, and evil with bat wings
But times when she sings she can be so reverent
And everyone knows she's just too cool