| The storm had come, everyone was having fun, too many people claiming to be the one, all the mass of Murdering machines with Guns. Who is this Messiah you seek? Keep asking why the future looks bleak, wait until you see the truth, wait until you find the book of rules. Connect to the insane, redirect the rage, so go ahead turn the page, walk through the fields of endless sage, still seeking what was on that roof in the dream. Every little thing that haunts the mind, just keep thinking, that you were the only one left behind, forsake everyone, then take another minute to reflect on all the lies, keep in thought all those endless cries in the night, consider the price to pay, if you just, decide to walk away. Look into my eyes. Feel the fire, steal the Desire, the will to. Die, the reason to ask why, the feeling of a Fucking High. |
