Tell me what delirium really means?
We age with time, do we age though dreams?
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we are all so different
Hold your own and bathe with the reveren
Drowning benith our lady peace, she's the one who was screaming at me
Rick was just to young to go
Anger, on anger, won't let it, NO!
I pray to you a silent protest
I Seek not to find your wrong, I only wish my god was strong
Stronger than life's screwed up past, all and all god has a good laugh
Fuck passion, life, and harmony
All I crave is extacey
No more violence, or passive crap, I lost my mined and that is that
I pushed and pulled my weight up high, the others watched me exersize
Death comes to those who wait, im tired of losing to this slow escape
Take my spirit and my life, nothings worth this pain inside
I weep for those we loved the most, never mined the others won't
God doesn't care, and if he did, where would you find him? Where
I sought serenity and a new life, it only got harder and harder to fight
Why take them, and who is next, who will cry, and live with regrets
Our lives are fragile until there gone, death is patient an empty song
Hold me back, then hold me close, sacred words are prayed the most
Mosses parted the red seas, the burning bush I failed to see
Past tense is the future we can talk about, no one among us has figured this out
Tommaro's a fare cry for you, go talk too the others like you always do
Change is rare, like common sense.
If I could do it,
and had one last chance
To sing "Amazing Grace", is my dieing wish.
The pieace of the puzzel needed to heal my spirit.
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