Friday, April 17, 2009

The Battle

Describe me with verbal declarations
Labeling me by all my past demons
It is the future I fight not a reputation battle
I'll walk alone every night right past your good intentions

I dare you, bring back the gallows
Its alright, for me no one will bathe in sorrow
I've got words, but I'm no messenger
Like Jesus Christ I saw this afar off coming

When its all taken away
Stair into the crystal ball of your own mind
Who or what is worth walking blindly for
Starve the children pay off a bit more debt
I ask you to come out of hiding and dream with me
The damage we're causing its not worth this
The price we pay for comfortability

With my death your mind relapses
Comfort found in hollow reputation based acceptance
I gave up that mentality for a vision of earth
You say there is no greater purpose
But inside you desired this dream every day
Until one day you moved on, as they say 'grew up'

When its all taken away
Stair into the crystal ball of your own mind
Who or what is worth walking blindly for
Starve the children pay off a bit more debt
I ask you to come out of hiding and dream with me
The damage we're causing its not worth this
The price we pay for comfortability

Bring back hope of a furnished condo in a high rise
View a tragic city even death himself wouldn't compromise
Let them believe in their good intentions
They'll stand before the gates of hell soon enough
Its like finding out your destiny is linked to a horrible last breath
That wakes you up to something beyond yourself(ish) justifications

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