Monday, January 23, 2012

Expression Through Words

I hope there's a golden age, I pray for my sanity


Where we don't have to answer to anyone about anything


This is not like the brochure, flying cars and sex machines


We're all so compliant 'cause everything is what it seems


And they can't build a satellite to tell you how loved you are


Or some kind of life device that holds you in you've gone too far


And I don't feel myself again, 


I thought I'd be fixed by now


Walking through the horizon,


 I find myself back here somehow


Give me something to die for or design a quiet mind


Something to like mankind for 'cause we don't lie, my heart and I


You've been bending so long now, you think it's standing up


And they line up behind you to build you up, buttercup


We can lose all meaning quicker than a credit card


And not everyone's healing so try your best and don't look too hard

Cause they can't build a satellite to tell you what's in your heart


Or some kind of life device to hold you in, you've gone too far


And I don't feel myself again, I thought I'd be fixed by now


Will I ever feel that waking? Make it as a lullaby Don't ask me to explain again, I can't lie to my heart and I

My heart and I, my heart and I


I've been feeling so lonely


Feeling so low


So low I almost let go

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