Ohh baby , you gotta remember this and that and this and that . Haha ! Okay . I don't care about what all you invented . And I don't wanna use my brain and calc for all those fx's and deep shits. I don't need to run a race when I know at the end you run outta fuel . Cause you know what happens to all the stress you fuelled in that little space . Your nerves wreck in and you're in a total blackout . *curtains fear a fall this time*
In the proses stuffed inside my empty pockets And spaces between devastated fingertips Past was present And present just slipped Brooding on the ethereal destinies That my naked feet traced along Over the infant greens
The earth over which I trudged Drank every agony of mine
" And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand "
What is so intricate in these two lines ? Roots - the lines were just not written . Words kept crawling until the seas brimmed .
Ever looked at your frail insides ? Ever seen how the hard rocked you has a different you within ?
Yes , you'll leave . And I'll too . And do I have nothing to offer ? Don't you've something ? Times - ask me for a change . And I find my pockets empty . Running for blood . And the gates never open . The seconds keep bleeding . A nightmare . An incessant rush . And I wake up to beg . I beg and I beg . For answers .