Post by prodigypaulk on Jul 14, 2007 23:40:23 GMT -5
What a waste in the face in the time I spare,
I’m cryin’ here, lyin’ and I’m dyin’ here.
So what’s the code to unlock this cold soul that’s blocked,
I haven’t stopped, still tickin’ whether living or not.
The underground grave slaved what I chose to make,
A soul survivor livin’ in a world of hate.
A world of pain, prayin’ and I’m still the same,
I chose this game; the pain nearly drove me insane.
Psychological demons, planting semen inside my dreams,
That’s when they turn to nightmares, scared and so it seems.
So the mirror broke and shattered as I saw myself,
My reflection glared back with an urgent smile.
Showed a urgent child, surplus with fears and frowns,
I’m holding down this spot so my kids can clown.
I took the fraudulent fire, and added gasoline to the flames,
I spent my whole life tryin’ to make a change.
And still I can’t complain I’m unselfish in my ways,
Yet selfish depicting when I choose to play.
Living a hieroglyphic life to symbolize the change,
Pain the same, fertilized with my toxic fang.
Search for fame, fortunate to go after it.
I grabbed my fears their here for certain purposes.
Just a victim of bad habits caught in a storm,
Looking for more in life I’m yearning for a little reward.
I move toward legitimating any false composure,
I apologize to myself for I couldn’t control it.
Looking for self-control, inside my soul, but I couldn’t let go,
I didn’t know what to do to grow.
So I chose to be subversive and attack the past,
The aftermath, my future shall forever last.
When it pass, it will engrave then it’s never lost,
So what’s the cost for grieving over vacant thoughts?
I’m cryin’ here, lyin’ and I’m dyin’ here.
So what’s the code to unlock this cold soul that’s blocked,
I haven’t stopped, still tickin’ whether living or not.
The underground grave slaved what I chose to make,
A soul survivor livin’ in a world of hate.
A world of pain, prayin’ and I’m still the same,
I chose this game; the pain nearly drove me insane.
Psychological demons, planting semen inside my dreams,
That’s when they turn to nightmares, scared and so it seems.
So the mirror broke and shattered as I saw myself,
My reflection glared back with an urgent smile.
Showed a urgent child, surplus with fears and frowns,
I’m holding down this spot so my kids can clown.
I took the fraudulent fire, and added gasoline to the flames,
I spent my whole life tryin’ to make a change.
And still I can’t complain I’m unselfish in my ways,
Yet selfish depicting when I choose to play.
Living a hieroglyphic life to symbolize the change,
Pain the same, fertilized with my toxic fang.
Search for fame, fortunate to go after it.
I grabbed my fears their here for certain purposes.
Just a victim of bad habits caught in a storm,
Looking for more in life I’m yearning for a little reward.
I move toward legitimating any false composure,
I apologize to myself for I couldn’t control it.
Looking for self-control, inside my soul, but I couldn’t let go,
I didn’t know what to do to grow.
So I chose to be subversive and attack the past,
The aftermath, my future shall forever last.
When it pass, it will engrave then it’s never lost,
So what’s the cost for grieving over vacant thoughts?