Transparent ClocksDifferent streets, seem the same When you walk them alone To know the name of the game Never build a homeTransparent Clocks
Here it echoes, without any walls Though it's not solitude Waitin on heaven to call Emotion draining from my attitude
Sometimes life, very often Feels like a technicolor screen Closed behind doors of the forgotten Light comes few and far between
It's them, the deceptive ones They draw niaverty in subliminally Like threatning with guns Waiting for the grand finalle
Today I turned off the idiot box Sat in the dim
Under The GlassFound myself under the glass again I look out with foggy eyes I cannot feel the rain Lost without enterpriseUnder The Glass
Sympathy sends me into confusion I can't help but believe It's for your own satisfaction But me, it doesn't decieve
I try my best to keep the peace With sometimes sheer silence A little nod and agree No need for a sentence
I'm afraid I'm losing my will Through a slippery grasp Nothing left to kill Hoping for a relapse
From dusk to dawn Becomes replicas of the day before It's monotanies spawn And
Day to NightI trace my fingers across the surface It creates spirals and ripples Stillness and movements interface The moment where stagance cripplesDay to Night
I wake beneath the sun As the energy pours over To light whats not begun The birth of day moves closer
I listen to the noise of traffic For a minute I zone out The voices sound like static So much but not enough to talk about
The evening sky resembles a painting As different color molecules are scattered As the sunlight is fading My thoughts become gathered
When dusk turns to midnight
OrangeIndecisive to the choice Not sure if I really have one Can't understand the defeaned voice Of our so called "holy one" Strung out, worn out, losing...controlOrange
Sorting out the disposition Of the colors inbetween Killing my imagination Purging I am coming clean Take this, use this, destroy this....
Once again my head is unclear Pressure of onethousand lies I hope that I can turn this fear Into something you don't recognize
Crawling like an ameba
Pulling in and stretching wide I don't think I believe ya I sit and watch the w
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