Wrapped in your web I fight to be free Spinning is it you or is it me maybe it’s my sneakers
Theory: Everything must be comple… Hypothesis: Everything must make… Conclusion: We are tiny circles… Truth: There are no sides to a ci… “We are tiny circles searching for…
You lied to get me into only your bed you cheated
I felt the hands of heaven Reached down and Put you into my arms I felt like that is where You are supposed to stay
I see you, I see through you you’re scared - I understand you float above the ground afraid if you touched you might feel again and
Pains, veins The crying god Souls lost forever to hell Tortured and tormented All is not well
Sometimes I feel the words being driven out of me
It was child innocence filtering through the eyes were like faucets of the past the words were like
We are blood and bones dried up and ashes pacing, I let it flow ragged and bruised we slip by our fate
There are some things that even fate can’t fight
Dancer, Dance under the pale lit moon To the aging familiar tune While daisies die
When would you decide? They were all waiting... I was waiting The problem I refused to settle
Running and playing like children I’m only free with liquor flowing through the city streets Where are you going? Where ever I take you,
Sexy machine pumping iron yet knew how to breathe worldly
Did I figure it out was the answer always right there? Did I always somehow know