A Hole In The Wall Of Fantasy
Inside of everything, the scene in mind
Of requiem for each time I’ve crossed the line
For all the times I’ve kept right by your side
For my hopes of all I’d meet, aside,
From falling in the ruts of pain
From which you undeservedly gain
By that time, these ropes were tied
To memories I can’t decide,
If they are meant to be forgotten
To let us prosper and to help us see
Or if they’re meant to stay and haunt us
To keep us oblivious to all else we could be,
Of all the things you’d expect to find
Once the effort confides and wastes no time
It turns around once the reply reaches eye
Destroys any pride and makes you cry,
For all the nights spent with my conscience
Crashing into the walls created in my mind
Falling into the wastelands of fantasy
Starving for sympathy, synthetically confined,
Within the golden place, Paradise, as it’s known
Now a ghost town that still sinks into the ground
Hollow winds blow against boarded windows
Lost souls of its folk still floating around,
No courage to communicate with one another
No will to wonder, nowhere to wander
Repeat that which they’ve always known
Build fantasy around things unknown,
Too hard to move on when every bridge has burned down
I’m just one more citizen stuck in this fucking town,
The walls collide once you cross that line
When you get too close, too clear to realize
The status of reject ensures far less pain
Riding the ghost train while life passes you by,
But you can’t turn back from what you believe
To be just what you need in what you’ve found
You can’t turn around on what you believe
To be the best damn thing you’ve ever been shown,
Disgusted with passion for the way you were then
Now throwing it back, using shame against me
That which you’ve found to be the best way
To defeat the stains of the classic case injury,
A mystery I never again wanted to undergo
By attempting to climb, I discovered a hole
These walls are old, but who would have known
This new goal would manifest from within the mold?
Now peeking through what I’ve revealed to be
A way to retrieve my sensitivity
Now peering into what I’m finding to be
A way to reclaim my negativity,
Existing between the bricks, I see
Behind this wall I conceal the key
To something no one seems to believe
Not even she, you’re so naïve,
Expect no less, this takes the cake
It should be her I have to thank
My senses stirred, old emotions so awake
And I have only her to thank,
For memories that my sulking just can’t defeat
No matter how fucking bad things can be
It hurts more when you refuse to retreat
I guess it’s up to me to continue the fantasy,
Although I would, I’ll never make it over this wall
Even if I could, there’s still a good chance I’d fall,
I’d sit on top and pray for someone to help me down
Yet through this hole, so far, I don’t see anyone around
Except the opposing forces of each separate ground
They’ll stop at nothing to break me down,
For once again, the scene comes to mind
Remembering, I hesitate to cross another line
Yet, I’ve lived inside these walls of mine
So many times, I now loathe my own eyes…
Now, I’ve seen what waits for me on the other side
But only through a hole too small to rely,
So for now, I guess I’ll stay inside
While you remain on the other side
I dream of you to cross over to mine
And help me rebuild Paradise…
Of requiem for each time I’ve crossed the line
For all the times I’ve kept right by your side
For my hopes of all I’d meet, aside,
From falling in the ruts of pain
From which you undeservedly gain
By that time, these ropes were tied
To memories I can’t decide,
If they are meant to be forgotten
To let us prosper and to help us see
Or if they’re meant to stay and haunt us
To keep us oblivious to all else we could be,
Of all the things you’d expect to find
Once the effort confides and wastes no time
It turns around once the reply reaches eye
Destroys any pride and makes you cry,
For all the nights spent with my conscience
Crashing into the walls created in my mind
Falling into the wastelands of fantasy
Starving for sympathy, synthetically confined,
Within the golden place, Paradise, as it’s known
Now a ghost town that still sinks into the ground
Hollow winds blow against boarded windows
Lost souls of its folk still floating around,
No courage to communicate with one another
No will to wonder, nowhere to wander
Repeat that which they’ve always known
Build fantasy around things unknown,
Too hard to move on when every bridge has burned down
I’m just one more citizen stuck in this fucking town,
The walls collide once you cross that line
When you get too close, too clear to realize
The status of reject ensures far less pain
Riding the ghost train while life passes you by,
But you can’t turn back from what you believe
To be just what you need in what you’ve found
You can’t turn around on what you believe
To be the best damn thing you’ve ever been shown,
Disgusted with passion for the way you were then
Now throwing it back, using shame against me
That which you’ve found to be the best way
To defeat the stains of the classic case injury,
A mystery I never again wanted to undergo
By attempting to climb, I discovered a hole
These walls are old, but who would have known
This new goal would manifest from within the mold?
Now peeking through what I’ve revealed to be
A way to retrieve my sensitivity
Now peering into what I’m finding to be
A way to reclaim my negativity,
Existing between the bricks, I see
Behind this wall I conceal the key
To something no one seems to believe
Not even she, you’re so naïve,
Expect no less, this takes the cake
It should be her I have to thank
My senses stirred, old emotions so awake
And I have only her to thank,
For memories that my sulking just can’t defeat
No matter how fucking bad things can be
It hurts more when you refuse to retreat
I guess it’s up to me to continue the fantasy,
Although I would, I’ll never make it over this wall
Even if I could, there’s still a good chance I’d fall,
I’d sit on top and pray for someone to help me down
Yet through this hole, so far, I don’t see anyone around
Except the opposing forces of each separate ground
They’ll stop at nothing to break me down,
For once again, the scene comes to mind
Remembering, I hesitate to cross another line
Yet, I’ve lived inside these walls of mine
So many times, I now loathe my own eyes…
Now, I’ve seen what waits for me on the other side
But only through a hole too small to rely,
So for now, I guess I’ll stay inside
While you remain on the other side
I dream of you to cross over to mine
And help me rebuild Paradise…