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Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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Purity
Maze...psychopathic daze...I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
ways...can't escape this place...I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it
HANDS ON MY FACE OVER BEARING I CAN'T GET OUT
Lost...ran at my own cost...hearing laughter, scoffed
Learning from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak...all around me, weak...listening, incomplete
I am not a dog, but I'm the one your dogging
I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me please, losing all reserve
I am fucking gone, I think I'm fucking dying
HANDS ON MY FACE OVER BEARING I CAN'T GET OUT!
You all stare, but you'll never see
There is something inside me
There is something in you I despise
Cut me - show me - enter - I am
willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I can't die
You'll all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
There's something in you i dispise
Purity
Ahh... life... boring...
Played D&D.
Bard takes down Ogre.
Confirmed crit FTW.
Jenny's b'day party tomorrow.
Taking brother to school tomorrow, unwillingly.
http://zappa-slave.livejournal.com/74168.html
Stuff I found.
~Zappa
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