Absent Minded
Voices freed by the music
It was when
I first discovered
the muse....
It was when
music first spoke to me,
directly.
As if it was echoing my thoughts...
second by second,
minute by minute,
month by month....
and i knew i was special,
someone different, set aside...
ripped off.
The music released everything
and there were these two actors....
still dont have them figured out,
are they good cop bad cop?
no.
like two good guys...
both with weapons
wanting to lead me to a path of rainbows
and shades of different ultimatums,
And at that time they were bothering me.
Inside my head,
telling me,
you were all witches,
and I should prevent my death.
That you've been casting spells,
and I had worms in my stomache.
and thats when the other one had tricked me,
into believing the other one,... eventually.
lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
deceit and deceit
they turn the tables again and again,
just when i thought i was never going to stop laughing,,,,
at the serious jokes, my reality began to compromise.
I got some candles,,,,
I started writing some chants.
Haunted by a ghost,
of a prophet...
who told me many things soon to come to pass.
hiding in my closet,
That would never go away.
It was never planned out,
I promise....
not like that makes this any better.
witches and ghosts,
poisons and chants,
music and psychobbabble,
and you were my victom....
and im still trying to figure out,
what d emon,,,
I was victom of.
you see,
there is evil in this world,
I was never exercised from.
it still haunts me
i might be medicated...
but I never got away,
I exercise my soul in front of a mirror...
with prayers of a reflection,
and my own metaphor of mans voice...
threatening the powers of damnation, and tricks up our sleeve,
to escape our own treachery and stupidity.
but i still dont know what happened when the music spoke to me,
and i was introduced to those invisible actors,
they play in my head,
betweeeen lines, I can hear and see inside my mind
they sing soo beautifully...
and turn the tables...
lead me through emotion and grandeur.
and then im left here to battle it all inside.
two angels stung by one witch...
or two angels, tricked by one demon with many creative voices and chants,
I've learned soo many things through memory lane.
but i know more of traps and pitfalls,
and i know more of trickery and deception,
and i know paranoia can be your friend....
and be used against you,,,,
so i ask you....
can i trust my friends?
like the prophet said in that mansion that never ends...
or all they all spies?
paid to slide in and out of my life,
to make statements of their own...
to trick that evil or become it like some powerfull game.
and im just an oblivious fool leading
the evil ones away from their own salvation.
then the witches cackle, and we spark up another christmas carol
and even the truth of that haunts me.
I first discovered
the muse....
It was when
music first spoke to me,
directly.
As if it was echoing my thoughts...
second by second,
minute by minute,
month by month....
and i knew i was special,
someone different, set aside...
ripped off.
The music released everything
and there were these two actors....
still dont have them figured out,
are they good cop bad cop?
no.
like two good guys...
both with weapons
wanting to lead me to a path of rainbows
and shades of different ultimatums,
And at that time they were bothering me.
Inside my head,
telling me,
you were all witches,
and I should prevent my death.
That you've been casting spells,
and I had worms in my stomache.
and thats when the other one had tricked me,
into believing the other one,... eventually.
lie upon lie upon lie upon lie,
deceit and deceit
they turn the tables again and again,
just when i thought i was never going to stop laughing,,,,
at the serious jokes, my reality began to compromise.
I got some candles,,,,
I started writing some chants.
Haunted by a ghost,
of a prophet...
who told me many things soon to come to pass.
hiding in my closet,
That would never go away.
It was never planned out,
I promise....
not like that makes this any better.
witches and ghosts,
poisons and chants,
music and psychobbabble,
and you were my victom....
and im still trying to figure out,
what d emon,,,
I was victom of.
you see,
there is evil in this world,
I was never exercised from.
it still haunts me
i might be medicated...
but I never got away,
I exercise my soul in front of a mirror...
with prayers of a reflection,
and my own metaphor of mans voice...
threatening the powers of damnation, and tricks up our sleeve,
to escape our own treachery and stupidity.
but i still dont know what happened when the music spoke to me,
and i was introduced to those invisible actors,
they play in my head,
betweeeen lines, I can hear and see inside my mind
they sing soo beautifully...
and turn the tables...
lead me through emotion and grandeur.
and then im left here to battle it all inside.
two angels stung by one witch...
or two angels, tricked by one demon with many creative voices and chants,
I've learned soo many things through memory lane.
but i know more of traps and pitfalls,
and i know more of trickery and deception,
and i know paranoia can be your friend....
and be used against you,,,,
so i ask you....
can i trust my friends?
like the prophet said in that mansion that never ends...
or all they all spies?
paid to slide in and out of my life,
to make statements of their own...
to trick that evil or become it like some powerfull game.
and im just an oblivious fool leading
the evil ones away from their own salvation.
then the witches cackle, and we spark up another christmas carol
and even the truth of that haunts me.
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Voices freed by the music
Voices freed by the music