...Wait For It...
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I could write my entire life in fragments of someone else's dreams.

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos
I'm pretending
Not to see them

There's a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken

I'm waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still
All that you feel is tranquillity

We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
and the planets breaking down
with god the only mechanic around,
faking firm ground, fucking up the program
so now I�m working on my devious master plan.
It�s all about these crazy comic relievers you know
Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe,
we get them all on a boat
leave out all the rules,
the white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.

The deeper you stick it in your vein
The deeper the thoughts,
there's no more pain
I'm in heaven, I'm a god
I'm everywhere,
I feel so hot

It's not a habit, it's cool, I feel alive
If you don't have it you're on the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)

Free me, leave me
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling...

I'm just a person on my own

I want to come over
To hell with the consequence
You told me you loved me
That's all I believe
I want to come over
It's a need I can't explain
To see you again

How can you turn
Denying the fire
Lover I burn
Let me in

I know you're confused
I know that you're shaken
You think we'll be lost
Once we begin
I know you're weak
I know that you want me
Lover don't speak
Let me in

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down.

All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.

...hi, it's me again. I'm still half-buried in the flow of lyric, but I blame winamp. *amused* 'Cos of course I didn't download them, then add them to the playlist. Really.

I have no idea what you're waiting for.

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