Aug 06, 2007 21:53
im feeling strange while the pretty people pray/ we spread our arms and pray to a god in las vegas/ all the little ants are marching/ to the rhythm of the war drums/ toil and labor, hate your neighbor, faith in favor, obey/ when your moon is fake, and your mermaids cry/ pull out your skull, ill be there climbing the walls/ we dream of flowers on the razorwire/ and from here, they cant see me stare. the stale taste of recycled air/ ive been down, the king of it and it is all we have, ive been down/ dissect a trillion sighs away/ a zombie hides my face/ a centurys worth of virgins blood thats passed through my longing veins, scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasures got nothing on the miracle of need/ i found it hard, its hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind/ could she love me again, or will she hate me? probly not, i know why, cant explain me/ there is a place that still remains, it eats the fear, it eats the pain/ lets go down where the hearts are all broken/ when we shed these bitter skins again/ i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah. i let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, i feel free now. but the airways are clean, and theres nobody singing to me now/ i wonder why who will survive, when we try.