(untitled) I know I don't see things clearly I see I'm so immature I know my brain passes bearly cause I see only what I feel I know I don't do it for you I guess deep down that's the deal... cause I can be romantic and be all you need I can be your best freind when you want me there and I could hold you when you let it bleed and I could be there forever If only I looked good... (Writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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Breathing As I breath in the sun goes down again blow it out and kiss my mind goodbye again. break through my skin and leave it all behind As I breath in I close my eyes inside... So I scream at the skys to go back in time I cut all the ties that make up my rhyme and then change my mystakes. Just dragging tears along this gagged trail All dead and drouning I am weak and frail cause we all walk in zombie crowds in cities with no names we die while reched rullers watch us play their little games... (Writem by Jesse Mazzola and Jennifer Ball) |
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This Key This key looks plastic to me I cant open you up this key would break if I tryed but I try to open you up This key must have come from a machine in a store, so it works When I imagine it does I am a child so I can pretend... (Chorus) "Just take another peace of me" you said "cause you can never love again" This key's a little bit fadded and I'm a little bit jaded when I try to take it off my chest. So I try but my hands fall away... This key makes me sick at the touch Its on a chain around my neck and I can feel it burn but I cant take it off. This key makes the agony to mouch the pain's to metophoric and the leson I can't lear when holding memmories of you... (Chorus) Invisable pages in a book that I can't read so if god only knows the good that he see's than why'd he create me... (Chorus) (writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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Ode Desdamona with hands faded purple under me cold hands long and agile her blood drips profusley in her sea Our minds are eaqualed fragel tea of tears and everyone see's that no one see's back reflection in her mirrors. No reflection of themselves because they'er scared to fryed to be responsive to the deep what to say what to say when there's so much I have spared all emocian get's desolved in desdamona's spirited weep... (Writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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Analitical for Lauren out of the words are you out of emocion out of any sort of devotion to your self you analize the ground you analize the ground you tape record the buisy signal you tape record the sound tape record yourself and let the audio die you run away from yourself yourself abide your self behind you and you analize the sky... ( Writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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Pearced & Tattooed I am only me without you you leave the way you do calm, quiet, out of reach pearced and tattooed hair colored, learned to feel too late for me too late for me... You've become what I despise and all that I love always all that I love... A love is all I need (4 x) (Chorus) you leave the way you do pearced and tattooed learned to love too late for me too late for me I am just a shadow of your hand on the wall so make my face the way you do just for a show the way you do (Chorus) and it's to late (repeat 5x) (Writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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You & the Game I can never win with you motherfucker I've learned the more I find the more I'm lost your a frightend child just like your mother always blind but your the boss I fucking despise you sometimes but your not so bad so I get over it and I'm a lier somtimes needing confidence to cover this but your not always right you know there are times I've noticed your made of sand but you crumble "the right way" not like me when I crumble insesantly without a mask nakid under the sky and your a lie too but you'll take this the wrong way you crumble like I do but make it look cool pretending you don't give a damn... (writen by Jesse Mazzola) |
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