| YouR wORtH... |
| body shy and highly strung, waste your brain to fill your lungs. 'fraid to turn; it nearly helps: loosing all your sense of self. lost in dreams, then cleaning up, ready for some other luck. maybe easy. it's so hard. time to play your final card. mouse trap snapping; backing down. paint your face; another clown. hear the voices. choice of poisons, another pill that you are forcing. better said. your head is spinning. loser to the debts you're winning. poems lost; forgotten words. thinking back you maybe cared. you're forgiven. living dead. the pretty shadows in your head. take my hand: this land is ours, broken bones to bend the bars. and once again you tell your lies, and forget to appologise. world of promise, long a dream. turn your head, can hardly see, staring at a ghost of me. staring at a ghost of me. once body shy and highly strung; forgot your face to fill your lungs. 'fraid to move; to lose your head. gone and lost all sense of self. falling to the ground again. falling to the ground again. lost in dreams, don't give a fuck: turned your back on any luck. it's so easy. life's so hard, laying down your final card; forgetting everything you are. forgettin everything you are. mouse trap snapped and you backed down, laughing like a circus clown. crying voices. take your poison, just another pill you're forcing: it's the hollow you're exploring. it's the hollow you're exploring. never said: the world was spinning. here's another lie you're winning. hope is lost; forgotten first. thinking back you *must* have cared. you just sit and fix your stare. you just sit and fix your stare. you're forgiven, nearly dead. the pretty shadows in your head. take my hand. this fate is ours. broken bones can't bend these bars. you stumble down amoung the stars. you stumble down amoung the stars. once again you tell your lies, and forget to appologise. world of promise long a dream. urn your head; can hardly see. staring at a ghost of me. staring at a ghost of me. rush you off; you've lost your pulse: every drop of blood repulsed. it's ok: you pray to die. better dead, but you're surviving. you were hardly worth reviving. you were hardly worth reviving. |