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Nov 30, 2004 23:24

Sometimes trying to explain something just doesnt work so it is spoken in a riddle that describes it better then any standard conversation would that is why in the old days they would tell stories in songs and such not to make them sound better but to express the feelings and emotions not just the events.

Once again
You trip
Falling to the ground
Scraping away the skin
So loosely placed on those tired bones
Where are those days
When we were young
Those days where the world was great
What happen to those ideas

Things just seem to be gliding
With the ease of human nails digging into pavement
This is madness
This is life

Things are so close
You wear them like a mask
This skin
IT hides your mind
Hides your inner

Nobody sees
Nobody touchs

The passion that once burned
Put out by the cold December wind
Locked in this frozen castle
There isnt a key
You cannot not unlock the pain
You cannot take away the pain
Watch it float on

Have you ever?
Just stop one day
Just stop and think
Who is next to you?
Would you even care if they were next to you.

Do you ever just stop and think about life
This big oiled engine
The war machine
It feeds off of human pain

When you stop to look at your life what do u think about?
Is it ok that you didn't give what you are doing a full effort?
If you were gonna die in the next 5 minutes who would u call?
Would you tell them the secrets?

You know the secrets that u vowed to take to the grave.
The dirty and unbelievable things that nobody would expect.

Black tears roll
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