Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Hobbies of the Stupid
I hate to be shown paradise,
Only for it to be taken away from me.
So why have you given me hope
Only to pierce it away,
By a stab of words,
Because your words cut
The arteries to my heart,
Swifter than any knife.
Sorry doesn't always work,
This isn't f---ing Disney.
It's always storming my head,
Your vague promises
And my enthusiasm towards them.
Of course, after my rage escapes
And calm has come to soften me,
I reason with the wall
About your motives…
I wish I were at the top
Of your list, instead of
Lingering here at the bottom.
My tornado of emotion is resting,
Your tsunami of fabrication is calming;
Debris in the walls of our minds
Is evidence enough of what happened.
October 11, 2005
Suge
Only for it to be taken away from me.
So why have you given me hope
Only to pierce it away,
By a stab of words,
Because your words cut
The arteries to my heart,
Swifter than any knife.
Sorry doesn't always work,
This isn't f---ing Disney.
It's always storming my head,
Your vague promises
And my enthusiasm towards them.
Of course, after my rage escapes
And calm has come to soften me,
I reason with the wall
About your motives…
I wish I were at the top
Of your list, instead of
Lingering here at the bottom.
My tornado of emotion is resting,
Your tsunami of fabrication is calming;
Debris in the walls of our minds
Is evidence enough of what happened.
October 11, 2005
Suge
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Hobbies of the Stupid
Hobbies of the Stupid