Sunday, September 21, 2003

Dreamscapes my mirror and I'm breathing through the hour glass. The beauty of you will never pass.

my firealarm's gone ringing insane
i feel like i'm only breathing because
i have lungs and they give my oxygen
which goes into my heart and pumps
into my blood and goes into my brain
giving me a life that i live.

no alerts and no breathing crisises.
how beautiful the broccoli in my lungs
it's greening from the smoke that i drag
and my firealarm's gone ringing insane.

heavy and iron metallic
the iron knee that beats me down
alloy that burns through blood
pumping like gasoline
breathing like glycerine
my veins are gonna give
my lungs are gonna black
i'm gonna have a heart that ain't got
a cigarette pack

yeah i do feel like i'm breathing because
i have lungs and they give me oxygen
that goes into my heard and pumps
to my veins and goes to my brains
giving me a life to live.

my firealarm's gone ringing insane
the pollination of opium grains
that still stain the poppyseed muffin
that is my lungs
is gasping me down
and i'd call the doctor
but he ain't around

no breathing crisises or alerts
only pyromaniacs
that burn the wood in my stove
chewing to my bones and giving me support
that warm my lines
like some sweet hell of paradise
where fire always burns

and i'm breathing through some holes
that adapted to the world
some lost souls that're too bold
to make difference to this place

and here i sit in freedom's lap
as the pyromaniacs burn their land
and the iron knee beats me down
as i breathe as the rest of the crowd
like some skellington with no reasons
but being proud

yeah i do feel like i'm breathing because
i have lungs and they give me oxygen
that goes into my head and pumps
to my veins and goes into my brains
giving me a life to live.

i'm gonna find my self
i'm gonna sit down here in freedom's lap
tell him a story two
tell him breathing like gasoline
breathing like glycerine
tell him i'm breathing through some holes
that adapted to the world

no breathing crisises or alerts
just breathing through my holes
that burn the wood in my stove
and the firealarm's gone ringing insane.

the escape
hear the sound of footsteps at the spiky gate
the clanking of metal can be heard from far away
like men that are chained they all walk on past
their wings are clipped and burnt stumps
the chains bind their hands

they were graceful in their lives
living for everyone else rather than themselves
when dying they did not turn away
but held their hands to help others on their way

marching up to the gate
i read all their names and i know them well
all the pigs are all i know
living up here in the clouds

the motherless
the angels in their guise
without chains and without eyes
they matter when everything is meaningless
all the bright nothings still alive
strive to be like them

the whiteness of this place hurts my vision
and stabs my heart
it's so wrenching that i feel so all over
and so apart

all the things here are inmates of the law
their bars are mortality catalysted to everlife
i want leave here i want to die
but i had to strive to be like them
i had to want to believe in this lie

they all wander around and speak to each other
in whispered sly little smiles that seem to haze the clouds
they all talk about this place like it's the best place they've ever had
and behind His back they speak of escaping to the ground

it's too late for them all
they believed in this place
and that is where they dwell

i've seen their wings getting more bony day by day
i've seen them eating nothing and wasting away
all the things here are inmates of the law
their bares are mortality catalysted to everlife
i want to leave here i want to die
but i had to strive to be like them
i had to want to believe in this lie

this haven is too white for my vision
i have lived here for too long and in too much derision
my wings are finally grown like all the rest
soon we plan to escape to the planet He made so soon ago
that's green and has oceans and where other creatures roam

we hope to lose our tails and our wings and our haloes of gold
we hope to settle there and become mortal again

the motherless
the angels in their guise
without chains without eyes
they matter when everything is meaningless
all the bright nothings still alive
strive to be like them

we hope to lose our tails and our wings and our haloes of gold
we hope to settle there and become mortal again

it will not be an easy escape
very few of us will be able to do it
and make it through his long hand
but for those who make it
we will land and multiply on the ground
and become back to as we were found

the whiteness of this place hurts my vision
and stabs my heart
it's so wrenching that i feel so all over
and so apart
soon we leave in mutiny
and may He never be any part

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