Bleeding for the freedom I have never saw.
Submitting to enslaving me great big law..
I try to separate me from the crowd,
But voice in my head's becoming too loud...
Question of existence is eating my brain,
I can't achieve the right result, voice wakes the awful pain.
I can't take off the pink glasses,
Kill me while I'm sleeping
I don't wanna hear your sweet phrases
I am like artery, I'm slipping.
No one can break my will
No one can know what I feel
Quality don't give a guarantee
So can you get the thing you need?
Your gods are big self-deception
Your life-style likes an aberration.
Get off my faith, I don't need your advices.
I'll kill that false, I need some life sense.
No!!!
(Yes)
No!!!
(Yes)
That's a contradiction.
That's a one great fiction.
It's like a sweet poison
This is my religion.
Slave of the dream
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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Hello, Mr. Smith! I guess that you have managed to write a beautiful poem. My congratulations!!!
Question of existence is eating my brain,
I can't achieve the right result, voice wakes the awful pain.
THAT"S COOL ANYWAY ;)))
With best regards, Curtis
Кертис Эйлес 27.09.2005 10:01 • Заявить о нарушении
Question of existence is eating my brain,
I can't achieve the right result, voice wakes the awful pain.
THAT"S COOL ANYWAY ;)))
With best regards, Curtis
Кертис Эйлес 27.09.2005 10:01 • Заявить о нарушении