"I'm afraid of loving,
but I ain't afraid of dying.
With all these years piled behind me,
what's the use of trying?"
the melancholy song drove its depreessing lyrics into the minds of the going-insane.
they rock back and forth.
in their chairs.
sipping coffee. tea. milk. water.
"want som e juice?"
their mothers asked them as they stumbled into a room of lights: taste, the apple of flavor and fall into your crib: unable (to be) (the taste) (that was)
see me high,
sing me a song
see me low,
give me a blow
see me cry,
watch me die
and i'll never be the never be here the never be the never same again!
"My Atomic Structure is collapsing"
My soul is sedated
My heart rate elated
With all these DRUGS piled into my BLOOD
it's a wonder I can STILL SING ABOUT BEING FREE
which is where my., mind is:
those garments look so.. silver
is it true your naked body breathes underneath?
my plug.. the filter.. will you,
lean over me?
and (closer, body! closer!) set me free?
FREE?
FREE?
death is FREE, life's the cost
you wonder around, disbelieving YOU'RE LOST
LOST
is the
COST
of
A LINE.
when i dont know where i am i dont know what i can but when i am sure of me and where i go then and only then can i know that i dont need eternity all i need is to breathe and walk the line clearly painted in front of me
nevermind, the PAINTER
the fucker's dead in the head: he drew the line and
we followed it: because all roads lead to rome right jerry's always nice and jasmine's always sweet but when jerry torns sour jasmine's heartless void devours and i feel so alone inside since she's the only who confides
in me: her secrets they've got to stayy alive besides jerry doesnt understand her he she she.. wants..
to be me..
so she killed me
UNPLUGGED!
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