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The One That Got Away
You walk into the room,
And everyone shoots a pained glance at you.
You're gone too soon.
You think we're talking boutchu but still you don't know who.
You're a burning spirit of rage,
That your bones cannot contain,
And you're feeling it every day,
You're the one that got away.
You used to be so kind,
But the years of aggravation have overcome your life,
Pent up inside,
You are a pale imitation of your former life.
You're a burning spirit of rage,
That your bones cannot contain,
And you're feeling it every day,
You're the one that got away.
Back To The Wall
You're wandering the streets like a pro-active priest,
You mean the most to those you regard the least,
You're being caught by everyday as you try and run away,
You're the lost genius left to waste...
You mean nothing at all,
With your back against the wall,
You're a sinner left to fall, fall, fall.
You mean nothing at all,
You bang your head against the wall,
The wall, the wall.
Bittersweet resignation has occupied your mind,
You're still capable but no-one sees it that way,
Haunting, raging, ravished by the night,
The empty moon swells tears everysingle day.
You mean nothing at all,
With your back against the wall,
You're a sinner left to fall, fall, fall.
You mean nothing at all,
You bang your head against the wall,
The wall, the wall.
Rise Of The Unwise
You sold your clothes & bought some new shoes
& now you're naked on the street,
Ain't it true there are girls who will judge
a man by the shoes upon his feet?
This being the case, my friend, your luck may well be in.
When you first met her she was all over you
like a cheap suit in the rain,
Suited & booted, you're smarter than most
but dumber than a tumour on the brain,
Failure brews success, my friend, aint that always the way?
What to do now that you have the look
of graveyard respectability?
Try as you may you struggle to place
your inexperience into anything,
If life is a game we play, then you have learned to cheat.
The pavements have been worn to the gutter
for you walk them every day,
Trying to find a dishonest days work
to earn a dishonest days pay,
The gutter's a good start, my friend, for up is the only way.
For all of these mistakes that you have made,
For all of the trust that you've betrayed,
You splutter like a fire in the rain,
Guilt will greet your head upon your dying day.
For all of these mistakes that I have made,
For all of the success that I will waste,
No angel sings above my head today,
& she will need to greet me before my dying day.
Ode To A Lonely Girl
There's a lonely girl who cannot get her head straight,
sinking from the weight of it all.
Every single day she wishes she would melt away
into the silk and sultry morn.
She lies awake at night for an orchestra of angels
to come and take her away.
She sinks into a scream, howling faith eternally,
she feels her existence is out of place.
God is so cruel in the way he appoints you to a life
then takes your freedom away.
Young agility, lacking sensibilty,
consequence in the arms of fate.
She puts her music on to escape the all day long,
The battery bleeds until dry.
Emptiness of silence, as again reality beckons,
A teardrop swells in her eye.
There's a lonely girl who cannot get her head straight,
sinking from the weight of it all.
Every single day fulfillment lies further away,
God gave her legs but now she crawls.
God gave her legs but now she crawls.
Tell Me Something I Don't Know
There is a man, alone,
Who strives to tell the contents of his soul.
All the lines of his face,
Tell a tale of ambition and waste.
Looking for something, anything, to take the fear away,
Looking for something, but everything has a price to pay.
Within the man were words,
Not unknown but meaning nothing in verse,
Expression can hurt,
For the fine line between success and a curse.
Looking for something, anything, to take the fear away,
Looking for something, but everything has a price to pay.
And the man knows,
His greatest tales are those already told,
Meaningless nothings,
Come from the words that could only be his own.
Looking for something, anything, to take the fear away,
Looking for something, but everything has a price to pay.
Tell me something I don't know,
Tell me something I don't know,
Shine a beacon to your soul,
And tell me something I don't know.
Too Much Is Not Enough
Must I keep climbing thtis flaming rope,
for it threatens to give at any time.
Must I see everyone down below,
yet feel so lonely I could die?
I am too high for descent,
Yet I am too low to repent.
Some days I don't know where I am at, at all.
I don't know what made me climb this rope,
it leads nowhere for all I know.
I don't know how for me to climb down,
when the embers are right below.
The saints entice my soul beyond,
Beelzebub burns the rope I'm hanging on.
Some days I don't know a start from an end.
Must I be denied a voice for my mind?
For I bear the clearest thought I've ever had.
Should I fall into the burden of time,
the hours will melt into my hands.
The clouds form a distant hew,
The ground folds away from view,
All I've had and will be is somewhere inbetween.
These flaming feet are forcing me on,
though the rope is ever growing thin.
The past is pushing until I'm undone,
& the future is ever set to dim.
Hollow yet so full,
As I push I try to pull,
And everything ahead is left behind.
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