ignore the web, that is my advise
All I have to remember, we are eternal, this pain is an illusion.
All these complications, all these little hands trying to weave their own world, stealing your string, my string, weaving with out remorse. Let them weave! Slip through the holes, let your forgiveness be agile and limber, and not get caught up in their net.
heh, so many people trying to pull the joy from you. Suck it, like a vampire under the guise of doctrine and holy word.
Context my friends, context. The one truth my mother taught me, you can blame anything on anyone, or anything on yourself.
The eyes of manipulation are wide. Seamstresses of deciet. Pulling these beautiful fabrics together, to make you look like a fool. Taking those words of wisdom to push you down.
It saddens me how ancient texts meant to give us hope, and a way of life are used in anger and debate only to push themselves on your shoulders. Scrambling, texts as their teeth and claws, working their way up, pushing you down.
"Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen."
Hail to your father! He'll listen, but when he speaks do you only hear what you want?
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All these complications, all these little hands trying to weave their own world, stealing your string, my string, weaving with out remorse. Let them weave! Slip through the holes, let your forgiveness be agile and limber, and not get caught up in their net.
heh, so many people trying to pull the joy from you. Suck it, like a vampire under the guise of doctrine and holy word.
Context my friends, context. The one truth my mother taught me, you can blame anything on anyone, or anything on yourself.
The eyes of manipulation are wide. Seamstresses of deciet. Pulling these beautiful fabrics together, to make you look like a fool. Taking those words of wisdom to push you down.
It saddens me how ancient texts meant to give us hope, and a way of life are used in anger and debate only to push themselves on your shoulders. Scrambling, texts as their teeth and claws, working their way up, pushing you down.
"Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen."
Hail to your father! He'll listen, but when he speaks do you only hear what you want?
http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/print_song/474864.html