Metropolis
Do you
love me
Do you really
regret it?
I'm not at liberty to unveil my sanity
you're all mad here
but do you regret it?
I could be virgin I could be skeletons
in the closet I am weeping
Under floorboards I am keeping
All the remnants of the past
But-
The Doctor whispers in your ear
all the dreams you want to hear
you close your eyes and count to ten
the ticking stops
the session ends
They think of the things
they don't want to know
the sisters, the brothers
they're lost in the snow
static in transitions go
No, hold on, hold fast, go slow
She's pushing the edge they're blurring the line
She's hoping the memory scabs over in time
One more friend falls into place
a pretty truth
prettier face
a heart plays diamonds, a club plays spades
they ask the questions
the answer fades.
Give me your tired, your wretched,
you are broken, you are poor
My arms are wide open
you're screaming for more
love
me
Do you love this city?
Do you
regret it?
I'm not at liberty to unveil my sanity
you're all mad here
but do you
Do you?
Perhaps I should not attempt to dabble in American free form anymore. I think perhaps Grecian meters are more suited to my muse... Any suggestions? It is not a format I am used to. The Gods only know, I should likely stay with the running of Dues Ex and with a more traditional lifestyle...
What inspires you?
love me
Do you really
regret it?
I'm not at liberty to unveil my sanity
you're all mad here
but do you regret it?
I could be virgin I could be skeletons
in the closet I am weeping
Under floorboards I am keeping
All the remnants of the past
But-
The Doctor whispers in your ear
all the dreams you want to hear
you close your eyes and count to ten
the ticking stops
the session ends
They think of the things
they don't want to know
the sisters, the brothers
they're lost in the snow
static in transitions go
No, hold on, hold fast, go slow
She's pushing the edge they're blurring the line
She's hoping the memory scabs over in time
One more friend falls into place
a pretty truth
prettier face
a heart plays diamonds, a club plays spades
they ask the questions
the answer fades.
Give me your tired, your wretched,
you are broken, you are poor
My arms are wide open
you're screaming for more
love
me
Do you love this city?
Do you
regret it?
I'm not at liberty to unveil my sanity
you're all mad here
but do you
Do you?
Perhaps I should not attempt to dabble in American free form anymore. I think perhaps Grecian meters are more suited to my muse... Any suggestions? It is not a format I am used to. The Gods only know, I should likely stay with the running of Dues Ex and with a more traditional lifestyle...
What inspires you?