Absent Minded
The empty souls Holiday
Can you feel me now?
am i there?
are we alone tonight
do you remember me?
how long has it been?
are you still my friend?
it has been so long?
such cold nights
such sour loneliness
such bitter emptiness
such hostility!
thats what you brought to me
now walk away
go your way
see the shadows
hit your face
watch the lights dim away
you're the only one wearing blue today
its the shining and I'm in yellow
its remembrance day
the souls are at play its a long story
someone save me from this I'm tired of the running
I'm tired from the fall
I'm lonely from the vengeance
but i see were both thirsty for more
can i knock on this door and see a friendly face?
can i escape?
is it there?
is it behind me?
have i made it?
am i safe from the footsteps of the fallen....
tonight is the night of the harpies,
i can feel them coming to protect my soul
i can sense them
i can see them in a crowd
they stand out
they will be wearing one color
and everyone else will be wearing another
lunchtime the slide begins
touchdown,
downtime
slip and slide
here we go
out of control
the fallen slide souls to look for problem areas
its remembrance day
its 11 45
I'm all in yellow and I'm stickin out buddy
your the only one Ive seen in blue all day
the souls are about to slide
dot touch me
don't look at me
this is a secret
i cant show you where i put it
this is
and then I'm gone
for the third time that day
the harpies were hot on my tail
the world stood frozen
cars and trees in slow motion breezed by me
everything was still
everything was soft, the world was frozen
hollow
he had left
he had taken his vacation
Wake up
wake up
he has left
hes gone
he left
death has left for his thirteen days of hollow
come join the slide
the souls were singing
they had planned this and i was a part of it, the colors
the red vibrant was grabbing my eye
they yellows were like traces of silence stolen from time
and the greens were emeralds missing from another place
one touch and i would freeze
and the next would run,
escaping deaths scabs.
music played apart in this plan.
we humans would create tapes
that would signal big slides
and would live by them.
The Harpies were afraid of music
enchanted by the muse, the muse was our unholy weapon against deaths vacation away from work
perhaps asleep
are you there?
are we still friends?
do you remember me?
hold you?
are you scared?
do what?
why?
how can i trust you?
I'm not a liar!!
The sounds the made were silent slithers of air
screamers of hush
breezes of gasps
winds of cold
those were the harpies and the were invisible but they could follow you home and feed of your brain energies and blind your telepathy
its been along time
twelve days
Ive been a wake for it all
you've been frozen in one spot
while Ive been running around dodging bullets and the fallen
death is hollow, he went on a vacation
themes of music directing energies tapes of music
guiding the muse
protect us and
control a Fields of safety
perhaps Ive been in your place hiding under your bed
sliding away from your closet
losing myself in this memory before the harpies eat it all
twelve days, the music here keeps me safe, but I'm hungry
wait
there is someone outside
at the stairs
am i there?
are we alone tonight
do you remember me?
how long has it been?
are you still my friend?
it has been so long?
such cold nights
such sour loneliness
such bitter emptiness
such hostility!
thats what you brought to me
now walk away
go your way
see the shadows
hit your face
watch the lights dim away
you're the only one wearing blue today
its the shining and I'm in yellow
its remembrance day
the souls are at play its a long story
someone save me from this I'm tired of the running
I'm tired from the fall
I'm lonely from the vengeance
but i see were both thirsty for more
can i knock on this door and see a friendly face?
can i escape?
is it there?
is it behind me?
have i made it?
am i safe from the footsteps of the fallen....
tonight is the night of the harpies,
i can feel them coming to protect my soul
i can sense them
i can see them in a crowd
they stand out
they will be wearing one color
and everyone else will be wearing another
lunchtime the slide begins
touchdown,
downtime
slip and slide
here we go
out of control
the fallen slide souls to look for problem areas
its remembrance day
its 11 45
I'm all in yellow and I'm stickin out buddy
your the only one Ive seen in blue all day
the souls are about to slide
dot touch me
don't look at me
this is a secret
i cant show you where i put it
this is
and then I'm gone
for the third time that day
the harpies were hot on my tail
the world stood frozen
cars and trees in slow motion breezed by me
everything was still
everything was soft, the world was frozen
hollow
he had left
he had taken his vacation
Wake up
wake up
he has left
hes gone
he left
death has left for his thirteen days of hollow
come join the slide
the souls were singing
they had planned this and i was a part of it, the colors
the red vibrant was grabbing my eye
they yellows were like traces of silence stolen from time
and the greens were emeralds missing from another place
one touch and i would freeze
and the next would run,
escaping deaths scabs.
music played apart in this plan.
we humans would create tapes
that would signal big slides
and would live by them.
The Harpies were afraid of music
enchanted by the muse, the muse was our unholy weapon against deaths vacation away from work
perhaps asleep
are you there?
are we still friends?
do you remember me?
hold you?
are you scared?
do what?
why?
how can i trust you?
I'm not a liar!!
The sounds the made were silent slithers of air
screamers of hush
breezes of gasps
winds of cold
those were the harpies and the were invisible but they could follow you home and feed of your brain energies and blind your telepathy
its been along time
twelve days
Ive been a wake for it all
you've been frozen in one spot
while Ive been running around dodging bullets and the fallen
death is hollow, he went on a vacation
themes of music directing energies tapes of music
guiding the muse
protect us and
control a Fields of safety
perhaps Ive been in your place hiding under your bed
sliding away from your closet
losing myself in this memory before the harpies eat it all
twelve days, the music here keeps me safe, but I'm hungry
wait
there is someone outside
at the stairs
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The empty souls Holiday
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