April 3, 2016

Lyrics

How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaking me
Oh this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Oh Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating me
My god's a little sick
Still he wants me gracious

Who
Are you
Who can see
It's ok to live through me

Live to be
Part of me
You're a week old magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said
Was it 'are they breaking me'
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You
Bend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seed
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
Hoping for a small piece of sanity
That which you cannot give

Change!

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell am I taking

Me
Parasite
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me

They are at war
In self-worth
All that matters much to me

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