Jun 20, 2007 06:24
Those headphones have gotta come off
They won't drown out misery to long
Tell sorrow to take its toll
But don't suffer the inequalities
Society will way on you
Let me paint this picture
These stars have all gone
But the sun isn't awke yet
Laying in the sands of past prints
I felt no one but the sea teasing me
Pushing and pulling the ground I lay
So push back to sink further in
I've got to escape this self burial
So I ask for the stars remaining
To pull me from this whore
She's a bit to much
I'd rather find another way to suffocate.