Post by Graveyard Goddess on Jun 15, 2005 16:54:47 GMT -5
I watch you through this glass window in my heart.
Mourning your death, while celebrating all I’ve gained.
You’ve warped all of our vision, so we all risk our lives,
To keep you hidden
You’ve convinced me to shed, my excess flesh and thoughts
Complied in a load to heavy to carry
Clogging my reality with those images of better things
Reminding me, who I’ll never get to be.
I smashed my reflection to destroy what I see,
And ruin your sick game, of taunting me.
So I bleed as it breaks then I look down to see
What I’ve done—I’m severed; and I’m so very empty
So shove the rapture down my throat and Ill be satisfied
There isn’t much left to fulfill inside
You’ve sold my soul to support all of those
Red-ribboned things, composed of bones
With the same familiar empty look inside our sickened eyes
What have you done; pulling me in so many directions at once?
I can not bare all this thickness, painted on my outside,
As you mold my sickness, within
And the mirror inside my mind implants more guilt upon my skin,
Suddenly I’m swallowed in this need for perfection
In this sensless sin
So shove the rapture down my throat and Ill be satisfied
There's nothing left to fufill inside
I've starved for you but I haven't died
Thank you dearly, for tainting me
With this empty look inside
My sickened eyes
Mourning your death, while celebrating all I’ve gained.
You’ve warped all of our vision, so we all risk our lives,
To keep you hidden
You’ve convinced me to shed, my excess flesh and thoughts
Complied in a load to heavy to carry
Clogging my reality with those images of better things
Reminding me, who I’ll never get to be.
I smashed my reflection to destroy what I see,
And ruin your sick game, of taunting me.
So I bleed as it breaks then I look down to see
What I’ve done—I’m severed; and I’m so very empty
So shove the rapture down my throat and Ill be satisfied
There isn’t much left to fulfill inside
You’ve sold my soul to support all of those
Red-ribboned things, composed of bones
With the same familiar empty look inside our sickened eyes
What have you done; pulling me in so many directions at once?
I can not bare all this thickness, painted on my outside,
As you mold my sickness, within
And the mirror inside my mind implants more guilt upon my skin,
Suddenly I’m swallowed in this need for perfection
In this sensless sin
So shove the rapture down my throat and Ill be satisfied
There's nothing left to fufill inside
I've starved for you but I haven't died
Thank you dearly, for tainting me
With this empty look inside
My sickened eyes
you have alot inside of you. and alot of talent. it's wonderful.
