The complete understanding of everything
life as though slowly wake walking through a dream
teeters endlessly on the edge of consciousness
are we already dead? and just visiting that world we inhabit
deja vu never felt so right, i see people i know but not from real life
the roller coaster only begins here, flashes of my future confront me
holding down what i feel, i try and remember this is all we have
i'm struggling to breathe. pulse drops to zero
why does this land feel so much more deep?
free from the pressure of reality
all i see is beauty and no beauty in the ugly
echoes of my childhood ring out
those worries seemed so strong then
currently, im having trouble just existing
they put a price on my existence.
everything becomes fatal
warm rushes like opiate filled dreams
cloud me in a fever style fashion
detachment never made so much sense
were dismantled from regular contact of both worlds
we decide how to live, and that is thus our answer.
life is one big question that keeps needing the truth
the cycles bring it back. but only temporarily
everything eventually makes it's way back
and around again
in all, life is a gift of gratitude
well never be able to repay.
this could be why we die in agony & pain
to serve the one who could feel
taking on a world full of jealous immortals
thank you god, for giving me this opportunity
from life to death = repeat
to eradicate this land when its doomed to self destruct
the creation for destruction livens everyday
and if i have to see it all fall from wits end
showing no fear
knowing ill be here again
i'll choose the best seat on the house
hanging from a dead star.
in the palace of andromeda
Copyright* CS 2005
life as though slowly wake walking through a dream
teeters endlessly on the edge of consciousness
are we already dead? and just visiting that world we inhabit
deja vu never felt so right, i see people i know but not from real life
the roller coaster only begins here, flashes of my future confront me
holding down what i feel, i try and remember this is all we have
i'm struggling to breathe. pulse drops to zero
why does this land feel so much more deep?
free from the pressure of reality
all i see is beauty and no beauty in the ugly
echoes of my childhood ring out
those worries seemed so strong then
currently, im having trouble just existing
they put a price on my existence.
everything becomes fatal
warm rushes like opiate filled dreams
cloud me in a fever style fashion
detachment never made so much sense
were dismantled from regular contact of both worlds
we decide how to live, and that is thus our answer.
life is one big question that keeps needing the truth
the cycles bring it back. but only temporarily
everything eventually makes it's way back
and around again
in all, life is a gift of gratitude
well never be able to repay.
this could be why we die in agony & pain
to serve the one who could feel
taking on a world full of jealous immortals
thank you god, for giving me this opportunity
from life to death = repeat
to eradicate this land when its doomed to self destruct
the creation for destruction livens everyday
and if i have to see it all fall from wits end
showing no fear
knowing ill be here again
i'll choose the best seat on the house
hanging from a dead star.
in the palace of andromeda
Copyright* CS 2005
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