May 15, 2010 15:36
Lo and Behold, I'm staring down your empty holes
that showcase where your mind has been
Alone in escape from everything
Much too long and far too bold
Now it seems like we're both Eskimos
with a knack for growing cactus plants
and doing hip new hula dances
Useless in this cold.
So I let you go...
to try the hunters life
with the wolves that feast on the dark of night
While the river runs endless, or seemingly so
Much too long and far too bold
Now it seems we're all diminished souls
As we leech from one another's light
Forget the lessons of what's right
Return to Animals.
Laying out on a bed in the middle of the pacific
with no specific point of view
I tried too hard to rescue you
and now I'm stranded, somewhere in this ocean nude
but I don't mind to be amused
by some pain, some strange illogical excuse
It's just the way it's worked out to
It's just the way it's always ruined
It's just the way it's never true
just hoping not to be lied to.
Exhibitions!
As my skin itches for release from inhibitions
and I let loose all my ambitions
I grab life for every instance
is an instant I can mold
So I escape from expectation
responsibilty and information
Just focus on creation
for much too long, i'll be far too bold.