Thursday, November 12, 2009

Brain Dead





I'm crying,oh...
And I'm so oh.
I'm thinking, though
A lot of dough.
I ate them all,
I sliced the loaf...
Aperitif,
It's not good if
There's not a tip.
I bit my lip...
Damn, IT's SO DEEP.
It's hard to think.


Pour into my goblet.
Sat hard in my tuffet.
This would be my last day.
For those casks ~ I will pay.
Don't treat me like a stranger,
The party's not yet over.
This day you will remember,
No one here should stay sober.


Can't live no ignition,
Yes, cause there is passion.
No such things as visions,
We should make decisions.
All the hopes turned to nightmare,
Circumstances burnt to fire.
Still you think we'll get better?
I'm falling, there's no shelter.


I'm giving up too soon,
I'm crawling for my doom.
Waters would all run out,
But there'll be no waterspout.
I woke up blanching drenched,
Stories I love they ended.
I see the future faded...
My brain ~ it's whatnot drained.


Yes I am lying,
Picture perfect thing.
Good, I'm dying...
BUT FEELS LIKE FLYING.

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