The Vast Nothing
It seems as though time is moving on that nothing is happening... it all blurs together and the forgotten is going in... I'm weak, I need a woman to be balanced, but where is there time for that... so the princess remains nameless... and the story goes on forever with me left standing at the stone pinicals because I'm to battered to pass.
Two steps forward one step back... seems to be the moves to this perpetual dance... hey dj change the track, the floor is wearing thin.
Art used to be the tome which I'd escape to but now it seems tainted by knowledge... 'we don't speak about anyone obscure' but if all the rules and lines in art are blurred shouldn't their fucking names be the last thing to worry about saving from the smeer.
I'm not really upset... I'm not really anything... are you?
-Mike
Two steps forward one step back... seems to be the moves to this perpetual dance... hey dj change the track, the floor is wearing thin.
Art used to be the tome which I'd escape to but now it seems tainted by knowledge... 'we don't speak about anyone obscure' but if all the rules and lines in art are blurred shouldn't their fucking names be the last thing to worry about saving from the smeer.
I'm not really upset... I'm not really anything... are you?
-Mike