Squeeze through that coal black pupil, the window to the mind
Float through the cracks of the brain
See where things went wrong, see where you locked me out
Find the answers to the questions I have yet to ask, the questions I haven't thought of yet
The winds of April gust through the cracks into the hallowed out space
Push me into where the soul should be
Where I can see what makes you tick, tock, tick, tock
Where does your clock start and stop
Where did it stop for me, if it ever did in the first place
Maybe I can spend a holiday in your head
With the demons, angels and scared children of your mind
The demons who tells you I'm evil
The angels who tells you I'm all wrong
The scared children who tells you I'm liar
How can the evil call me evil?
How can the good call me wrong?
How can the scared call me a liar?
They never knew me, and now I'm gone forever
As I drift out the mouth that now speaks to me in silence
I love this one man..
ReplyDeleteSoo fucking goood.