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Sunday, November 23, 2003
i sick what i said.
i'm sick what i said
death ain't dead, 's it?
more like breathin' in.
and you know, well as i do.
i'm sick what i said
and 'nough ain't never 'nough,
buryin' everything's too stuffy
and graves are just stones
in my eyes, through the mirror
i see myself the fear.
i see stones, like i don't want.
see stuff that's fought.
mirrors are twisty things
demented to me, want to shard it.
i sick what i said
death ain't dead, 's it?
i'm all glass.
shattered image never known
bein' nothin' bein' lone
wanna crack it to nothin'.
want to fall cryin'.
and glass's breakable you know
so easy to punch to grains,
the silver frame shakin' and breakin'
feels to me like change.
lookin' in the mirror i see what's there
and scared to me, another dimenson's over me.
seein' things that ain't there, ain't meant to be seen.
stuff that's ugly as dream.
can i see the real things
that ain't meant to be?
never seen a ghost like me
all chain', broken as he scream.
wanna excel to you
wanna be somethin' more that's true.
no more mirrors an' no more stares
no more glass an' no more care
breakin' it like broken legs
breakin' it and bein' me
tryin' to be somethin' that's free.
when i look at me, in the mirror
seem broken already, and breakin' more ain't gonna do good.
but glass fragile, the dimenson's called.
death ain't dead, ain't it?
not at all.
i'm sick what i said.
'nough with this--all of this dread.
promises ain't nothin' but a 'nother mirror
breakin' it ain't what i fear
fear there's nothin' there.
an' dreams ain't nothin' but demented faces
all 'round me, placin'.
time to break the glass
i sick what i said
death ain't dead, i know.
time to stop the show, ain't nuthin 'hind the curtain
but a fool.
an' never again believe what's dead,
an' never again lean on me and be said
'cause i sick what i said.
time to bury what's dead.
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