May 08, 2005 16:51
"Dogma Gossip Rumours So True"
Rude
Vain
Egotistically insane
Diagnosis is plain as day
Im colored grey
By what you humans call pain
I feel it like its the part
I was born to play
But what you see
Isnt what you get
Incognito if you havent noticed yet
Two faces friendly albiet ashamed
One feels it all
One feels nothing but the pain
Is that what you call it?
Pain?
When you fail yourself in everyway?
Is that what it means?
When you cant tell if youre hurting someone
So bad that they cannot stay?
Nothing new to me
How about you?
Ruined
Drained
Like fumes on an empty tank
Bleached eyes survey the waste
Of my wake
I left a kiss on your windshield
With that i chose to depart
Now my lips are sealed
What you see
Dont always believe
Time to trespass try not to be seen
Im a creature of the corners and alleys
You take the good
With the bad
And the bad ain't good
Nothing new to me
How about you?
The true me so rarely seen
Yet your own eyes have peered in through
The windscreen into whats left of me
Tell me what did you see?
Nothing new to me
How about you?
Am i really a new species?
Dogma, gossip, rumours so true?
Nothing new to me
How about you?