DISCLAIMER FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS: Sanity has become a phantom saving grace for me. I am dreadfully sorry about the curt and uncivil mannerisms of my speech as of late.
(keelay, pass this on to Tyler if you could for me)
Title: Shinshoku (Corrosion) Lose Control
words: hyde music: ken
I lose control
my heart skipping a beat
touched by a gentle wind, I look up at heaven
I lose control
going to be shut off
even you don't recognize that
I'm on the verge of breaking.
Good morning mr. fear
What stimulates me are scars I've lost
this body will be taken from me Ah
A sun that's burning out, shadows stained black
its too late to stop it, don't let go Ah.
I lose Control.
In a season that's become spring-like
still adolescent eyes fear the final curtain
I lose Control.
fluttering butterflies are caught and pinned down.
Good Morning, Mr. Fear.
What stimulates me are scars I've lost
I can't even control my arms Ah
A sun that's burning out, shadows stained black
When I noticed this I laughed.
I died then my instinct was born
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Everything is being worn away. I've started to write again.
Dreams are coming true again. I've started to forget hours in the day.
I'm holding my own chain. Whip in the other hand.
Relaxing the grip only tightens the choker.
The Facade needs to be fixed. I'm chained to it on the other side, only making it worse.
I believe I'm approaching my breaking point, again.
I just hope a papercut doesn't set it off this time.
 Madison de Point du Lac · Wed Jun 15, 2005 @ 12:32am · 1 Comments |
