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sit around by yourself
catch myself in a moment
but i wish i would let it go, flow
to the moon and the ends of Jupiter and Saturn
where i will meet you with tea and news of harmony and perfect thoughts
beauty seeks a new refuge in you, i bring the kingdom come
and the series of defeats that would make the pope feel insecure
evil does what evil feels most evil to do
that's the way i make my tools
and i prove myself every second i choose
body is feverish and melting form the exposure
chatter the power
i walk alone like i did in my sleep and the nights before
when the passion was in the rearview and i wanted all that i wanted then
yell the message and chin up i will be more sound than ever with your touch
every level i reveal
my stomach in knots
love seems to plague but not relieve
i owe these phases and the gestures to you suffering clause
the seconds i awake
i confuse myself enough to breathe without regret
yell with me the meanings of the 24 years i pocked myself in the eyes
time to take my world by the ears, scream the gestures and make me feel the passion
blah blah blah
just a touch away
i believe in time as market for glorified bracelets
twins and singing saints
i will be the best i was for the moment
shake off my intense demands for more than one glory shot
but in the seconds i am good, i fumble it to see that I'd rather sulk before i splatter my views
i wish i was like a bird and the flying nun
yell a blah blah blah
light is not as strong if you are blind to my point of view
find me an excuse that takes my breath away
tickles and screams
i feel better if i never have met you
not you but you know those who feel the need to tell me things that never were supposed to be felt or thought
i hate myself and i want to die
then, just like that I'm smiling and can't wait till tomorrow
want to be a happy sod
enough is gibberish
running for what was to be a short spree but 7 years of nonsense has run its part
i wish to stop this madness and speak of nothing that reminds me of such nonsense
i owe everything to your love
it broke and awoke me
with peachy keen textures and the easy to kill self-esteem in full view
i have enough
just want to live as long as i have the chance to do so
in the morning i falter but at least I'm trying to capture the text of one's journey
brave and humble i stumble the wave length
and in beauty i break
too fearless and too willing to sulk than rather be my own favorite topic
wish that the struggle wasn't so intense
but i fell before it really would have hurt
cameras and the alters
one in the same
yell me the ingredients it takes to feel this passion constantly
music hates you
i don't disagree
why would we suffer so much if it wasn't shifted so preciously in melody.
i walked the enchanted lakes with princes and the weavers and the songs son
in the later part of my life i will owe myself a better song
it's about time i said i was with me and my point of view
this kiss blanks out the suffering
and shakes the demons out of my mold
chance to be beautiful is all i ask
that and the hand of her and the heart to follow
let me out of this
lead me out of the waste land
show me the meaning of what was to be blissful
show me the dreams i have sacrifice all to keep afloat
prophecy of a mad boy seeking refuge in these sounds
time is only a marketing tool for calendars and morning talk shows
let me out of here
lets dance the talk away
California and the Memphis blues
i will meet you there
and take the world by storm
form enough messages to actually make sense
i feel alone
numb and confused
willing to set this on its right tone
feather like faith
dreaming my only chance to be your love
sin, gin ta te
i am about to explode
to Haiti and the small towns of England
come and take me away
forever will never be as remarkable as you
Chaz love
catch myself in a moment
but i wish i would let it go, flow
to the moon and the ends of Jupiter and Saturn
where i will meet you with tea and news of harmony and perfect thoughts
beauty seeks a new refuge in you, i bring the kingdom come
and the series of defeats that would make the pope feel insecure
evil does what evil feels most evil to do
that's the way i make my tools
and i prove myself every second i choose
body is feverish and melting form the exposure
chatter the power
i walk alone like i did in my sleep and the nights before
when the passion was in the rearview and i wanted all that i wanted then
yell the message and chin up i will be more sound than ever with your touch
every level i reveal
my stomach in knots
love seems to plague but not relieve
i owe these phases and the gestures to you suffering clause
the seconds i awake
i confuse myself enough to breathe without regret
yell with me the meanings of the 24 years i pocked myself in the eyes
time to take my world by the ears, scream the gestures and make me feel the passion
blah blah blah
just a touch away
i believe in time as market for glorified bracelets
twins and singing saints
i will be the best i was for the moment
shake off my intense demands for more than one glory shot
but in the seconds i am good, i fumble it to see that I'd rather sulk before i splatter my views
i wish i was like a bird and the flying nun
yell a blah blah blah
light is not as strong if you are blind to my point of view
find me an excuse that takes my breath away
tickles and screams
i feel better if i never have met you
not you but you know those who feel the need to tell me things that never were supposed to be felt or thought
i hate myself and i want to die
then, just like that I'm smiling and can't wait till tomorrow
want to be a happy sod
enough is gibberish
running for what was to be a short spree but 7 years of nonsense has run its part
i wish to stop this madness and speak of nothing that reminds me of such nonsense
i owe everything to your love
it broke and awoke me
with peachy keen textures and the easy to kill self-esteem in full view
i have enough
just want to live as long as i have the chance to do so
in the morning i falter but at least I'm trying to capture the text of one's journey
brave and humble i stumble the wave length
and in beauty i break
too fearless and too willing to sulk than rather be my own favorite topic
wish that the struggle wasn't so intense
but i fell before it really would have hurt
cameras and the alters
one in the same
yell me the ingredients it takes to feel this passion constantly
music hates you
i don't disagree
why would we suffer so much if it wasn't shifted so preciously in melody.
i walked the enchanted lakes with princes and the weavers and the songs son
in the later part of my life i will owe myself a better song
it's about time i said i was with me and my point of view
this kiss blanks out the suffering
and shakes the demons out of my mold
chance to be beautiful is all i ask
that and the hand of her and the heart to follow
let me out of this
lead me out of the waste land
show me the meaning of what was to be blissful
show me the dreams i have sacrifice all to keep afloat
prophecy of a mad boy seeking refuge in these sounds
time is only a marketing tool for calendars and morning talk shows
let me out of here
lets dance the talk away
California and the Memphis blues
i will meet you there
and take the world by storm
form enough messages to actually make sense
i feel alone
numb and confused
willing to set this on its right tone
feather like faith
dreaming my only chance to be your love
sin, gin ta te
i am about to explode
to Haiti and the small towns of England
come and take me away
forever will never be as remarkable as you
Chaz love
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