Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bruise
I promised myself I wasn't going to cry,
I guess that's just another one of my lies.
Indigo describes the faces in my dreams.
Black describes a heart ripped at the seams.
And while searching for those yellows, oranges and pinks,
I grab the spilled blood and take a drink.
I've dreamed of the day we'd come face to face,
Here we are, separated by distorted space,
Separated by the ugly words I throw in your eyes,
Separated by the difference and other things I despise.
When you sit there telling me of your exploits,
I sit here, in the shadows and all, feeling less adroit
Than when you first drew me into your life,
And when I first grasped on to that knife.
The déjà vu lets me know I've been here already,
Drop that weapon, be steady, steady.
Receive the kiss of death;
Inhale it; let it become your breath.
Watch the blood run, watch the grim reap.
Get that knife. Rinse and repeat.
February 5, 2006
Suge
I guess that's just another one of my lies.
Indigo describes the faces in my dreams.
Black describes a heart ripped at the seams.
And while searching for those yellows, oranges and pinks,
I grab the spilled blood and take a drink.
I've dreamed of the day we'd come face to face,
Here we are, separated by distorted space,
Separated by the ugly words I throw in your eyes,
Separated by the difference and other things I despise.
When you sit there telling me of your exploits,
I sit here, in the shadows and all, feeling less adroit
Than when you first drew me into your life,
And when I first grasped on to that knife.
The déjà vu lets me know I've been here already,
Drop that weapon, be steady, steady.
Receive the kiss of death;
Inhale it; let it become your breath.
Watch the blood run, watch the grim reap.
Get that knife. Rinse and repeat.
February 5, 2006
Suge
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