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So I take a music class in college and one of the teachers ideas for a small project was for us to write lyrics to any song, even one that didn't exist. Almost like poetry. And needless to say I'm pretty damn proud of it. (Ruki must be a really deep deep deep man. It took me like four days just to come up with a concept.) So after I got it back (B+ yay!) I thought to myself. "Laney, you should put this on LJ. Brag a little." So here it is now. I'm pretty satisfied with it. If I wanted I may have taken another week or two on it. And I'm still not sure if that's the title I want but whatever. I like it.
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Good Sir:
[Verse 1]
Well My God good sir, if I was that wrong why didn't you
Just stand up and tell me?
You can't get help when we're all stuck on the bottom of your shoes
You know it's not that easy, cause couldn't you
Have just admitted that I was right
Just give up your fantasy land, it won't help you now
[Chorus]
So this is how it all will end?
With my hands in the air, praying and screaming
So this is how it all will end?
With you saying I'm wrong, always dreaming
This is how it all will die
Well by all means good sir, here are my wrists, wrap them in chains.
[Verse 2]
We were once good friends, we would always
Tell our secrets
It's not my fault that the trees went whispering
Then you found a message at the bottom of the well
Grow up dear mister
Haven't you learned? The truth is a changing sequence
[Chorus]
So this is how it all will end
With my hands in the air, praying and screaming
So this is how it all will end
With you saying I'm wrong, always dreaming
This is how it all will die
Well by all means good sir, here are my wrists, wrap them in chains.
[Bridge]
Well take, your needle
Just take your pin and sow right through me
Take your needle
Because you know that your 'Truth' is not good enough
[Chorus]
This is how it all will end
With my hands in the air, praying and screaming
So this is how it all will end
With you saying I'm wrong, always dreaming
So this is how you will fall
Screaming your way down, castles crashing
So this is how I win
But I'm not on a throne
Cause that's for you
The ego has long pushed the leather in
You filled up your sheets
Their crawling with bugs
It's not my fault that your faith is wrong
Go back to sleep
I'll be waiting for you to see the truth.
So by all means good sir, here are my wrists, wrap them in chains
Cause by all means good sir, here are my wrists, wrap them in chains.
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Tada! My concept was an arrogant person too absorbed in their own 'Truth' or reality around themselves that it had become a fantasy that blinded them from seeing how they were stepping on everyone. I feel like everyone has met this person in their life.
Anyways just wanted to share that. Thanks! What'd you think?