| Somethings missplaced, all taken in haste, so much shown, so little known. Noise echoing through out, fall down, repressing the choice. Silver platters, and Golden forks, all has been handed down to a crowd of fools. Not a want or need, just a worthless life to bleed "Self inclicted solitude, holding whats been handed to you near".. If it all looks the same, then thats just a shame, who really cares? No one and nothings to blame. Destractions, subliminal reactions, tested tries, the failure to lie. Just sit down and lay back, listen while I rewind this track. Don't touch me, what I am you'll never be, you won't come close, the understanding, which would be the most, isn't around, no where in sight, no where to be found. Just turn in a circle, constantly looking, stupidly searching. Trying to figure out, why and how. Nothings wrong, these feelings just drag on a bit too long, it all leads to one thing. The more things change, the more they stay the same. |
