i`m finding it hard to think without being distracted, a cracked egg,
collapsing again, into being the centre of the universe, my focus
dispersed. now i label myself as every new trend is developed, caught by
myself when the priorities are dropped. disable my table of
contents while the past tense is shocked....i`m still moving on.
i`m never mentioned in statistics `cos ballistics just wont realize the
size of my caliber. now i prefer to avoid all mediocrity, still escaping
the
hypocrisy, that i feel be creeping up on me dropping heavy loads on my
shoulders exploiting my lack of rest now i think that it`s a test for
my realness, `myrealness` my schizophrenic fear is armwrestling with my
true self `mytrueself` HAH what a concept forever a changing,
facechanging, evolving into unexcpectable form. varying distance to norm
yet again i`m reborn to a world of scrutiny, a world so full of me,
and never this willingly have i walked into the desert. never before,
and never again, will this be the message that i want to send.
[chorus]
a shout turns into a whisper, a cry is left unheard. a doubt reopens the
blisters, and we`re all left to stagnate.
i refuse to sink down to the level where the sincerity`s lost, i`ve
found myself out on the cross-roads. too many times wandring on the
paths previously unknown, if it`s a good
thing it`s yet to be shown, shifted winds of chameleon waitig to be
blown, but not up in size surprise, surprise... -no-one hears your
cries. in the deep end.
following fashion and trends is like including the word modern on the
title of a book, just a useless hook, which too many took too serious,
filth filled their oesophagus, cause they
swallowed it all too easy, it don`t please me, the weakness, too
careless the unquestioned treaty, the reclamation of recreation of free
thought, that`s still been fought for every
day, but in the strangest ways, it`s the winners of this war that`re
being laughed at in their face, and the losers taking over in an
everincreasing pace. so which way was it
anyway? were the heards all originally grey? but i got the capacity,
still just being a branch in the smallest of trees. never again and
never before, lose your self, it`s time to settle
the score.
[chorus]
a shout turns into a whisper, a cry is left unheard. a doubt reopens the
blisters, and we`re all left to stagnate.