Shattering the Shackles

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Old School

From far away I could always hear

The sound of your voice coming near

And from that distance derives happiness

Coming clean with your sins

Procrastenate what you've learned

Widening my void with your words of wisdom

Act like you know everything

Understand what's meant to be and whats left for dead

The normal circumstance doesnt apply

Newton is defied with ignorance



Behind the crimson flame is the deepest passion

For so long I've waited here for you

Come to me with your lies

I'll take your pain away but for a moment

And in that moment you find yourself



Did you ever hear the screams of a thousand children?

Their sorrow heard round the world

Reddened eyes and bloody hands

Lost in fantasy, regained in seclusion

The reincarnated flame never dies

Trifle away with the wind

Run far and never look back

One more moment of solitude

Break me apart



And in you I find my darkest secret

Learn this lesson as I hand this to you

So familiar its almost deadly

Poisoning the mind with ludicrous actions

Deep purple with dark circles

Comforting agenda, nevermore

Whats been left is dissipated

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Kris Grula's picture

you meld beauty and sadness into an alloy of utter perfection--a sparkling mouthful of aluminum foil with that bitter electric tinge. rock on.