Swing from the sinue of your mind
Chanting thoughts and words
You know are not your own desires
But you listen to them
You listen and you drink
Their words like wine
Oh we're nothing more than an empty shell
To shed our skin and let our souls dance
Upon the velvet grass and soar freely
Like eagles, we're searching for the perfect resting
Ground our hearts for we wear concrete shoes
This maelstrom thrashes about my mind
These words choke as they flow from thought
To phrase this emotion would entomb a nothingness
And the rambling would cease
As would my sanity
These voices in my head
They pull at my right and wrong
They say the words I feel
They torment me with distress
And here I lay - unrest
Trapped within a walking corpse
Longing to be free, my heart begs to explode
To burst into ten million shards
Sharp enough to waken the dead
And rehabilitate the rest of the world
Tired I lay
Tired I strive to accomplish this alone
And so doing, tired I'll stay
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