Away, drifting in silent seas of dreams, The world and life stream by yet I am still A statue made for eyes and not real scenes, A jaded mind remembering the thrill Of days gone by, and nights whose dreams persist In shadow, sneaking throughout darkened halls. They shy away to corners, caught and kissed By dawn's revealing light. The shadows fall, And now expose themselves for what they are. The masquerade is ended, dreams all cease They flee as life returns, but flee not far, Beneath the calm a panic threatens peace. Look past the haze and find these ghosts are fake-- While dreaming, ever had I been awake.
Well there's shit that I've done with this FUCK of a gun...
To Be a Part of Something Larger
I wish I were enough To see what you can see To sing what you can sing To breathe the air you breathe
Just to be around Your voice that keeps me sane The face I've barely touched The heart I want to own
I know that I'm naive Another faceless drone That jumps and squeals and screams With hero worship love
It's different though, I feel More than surface lust Not a hero, just a man The man is who I want
All of you, your faults Your talents and your loyalty No logical unlikelihoods Can force this dream from me.