Absent Minded
Techicolor dream fictional romance
Musical conspiracy
undercover unknown victom
everyone sings to
to throw their money around upon
and no one seems to know
so their object to crave of life lessons of learning to be gods
for this person is a god
Musical cult classic
one man in the middle
dream riddle
forgiveness unexplainable
someone has to play the bad guy for this protest
of government and queens
to play keep me alive
and the volunteered bad guy is known as everything bad
selfless selfish sacrifice
and no one knows how much i have cried
as we approach this place building this stairway to heaven
where man becomes closer to gods
keeping me alive
humbling themselves
throwing their money around
and yes the stakes are high
Their casting
singing their way
to manipulate my sphere of influence
their clues of the muse
their ideas of simplicity and complexities that spiral around from me
but what do i get
victimised by being born into this
musical conspiracy
where even the bad guy is the good guy speaking blasphemy
with methods of madness
playing a game of life and death to save my life as this protest
and game of life lessons revolve around me
and i humble them any which way i can
A heart breaker
a dream maker
a breath taker
a mistake maker
a achance taker
a lazuy behaviour
someone inspire me
someone tire me
someone admire me
someone see me
someone beg me to dream
someone listen to me
your millionaoires are buyin gtheir actors and hiring spies
to help me live
to keep me alive
to learn the roles of government and godly life lessons of terrorism and spirituality
and it all revolves around me
Did you hear me
their casting
did you see it its happening?
the black and white people
are living in this technicolor dream
and music is a weapon of a headless blunder
which they will play me
until they die
do you believe me
do you see me
singin gin the streets tellin gyou what i kno wwhat i hear what i think what i feel
what i know what i see
One bad guy representing everything thats bad
steering them to do me in
as the other millionaires play the game of protecting me
and himbling them as they protect me as i play the game of methods of madness
living on the edge of tragedies
someone see this
someone hear me
someone forgive me
someone tell me im not dreaming
hear me scream
someone see im broken
someone tell me why
someon hear me cry
someon dry my tears of this world revolving around me
and tell me why
Why am i the one teaching men to be gods
granting them ideologies of how and who and why oi should be
to be manipulated and them to manipulate others to manipulate me
someon efree me
someone uncover me
anyone please release me
the music is my weapon
and these circles i am walking look innocent but have ytou forgotten
why rthey keep talking?
have you forgotten what im upto
do you kno wwho i am if i dont kno wanymore?
is there a reason for this anymore?
and as we drain the colors from our backs
and all we have from the technicolor dream are the signs from place to place
of the changing location of the name game
what is goin to happen in this game of driving the mensa geniuses insane who know full
well what the spie dont get and cant uderstand what its like to play all sides and pray and pray and pray
and never get paid never be thanked to help makind while living this nightmare they consider a dream
someone free me
someone see me
someon ehear me
someone believe me
someone tell me
someone free me
someone tell me is there true love for me anymore or is it just an object for me to crave now?
is there a destiny left for me or is it something else for you to hold
and rub in my face?
is there a hope left in my world as you live my dreams?
is there anything of an illusin i need to see through i need not be party of
as i sing and scream and beg for attention in these city streets
In thios technicolor dreamn the first level of how we can all belong
where do i go from here?
in the game of god surprising god
what do i have to lose when i supposedly got to be a star and emberass myslef for your life lesson
whats left of me now that i have cried unabashedly and ashamed?
what pieces of my that have been torn from me are left?
what is there to fight for as i lie in this bed?
why do i get up in the morning to feel i might be living alie
to look in everyones eyes and wonder what i thing
because of what i am to soo many and what soo many are to me
Another ideology an ew way to epress their sphere of influence
i am the man in the middle and you are all gods of faith to influence me
keep me alive
and learn if you woish to be gods
keep me alive and humble yourslef as you thrpow your money and dreams away
its an object to crave
a prive to be paid
and as i play the act for man
and you play my gods of something i may never have
at arms length
arms reach all i ever wanted
everything i need
i never seem to get ort have
every game ytou play to hlep me or prepare me
everything adds up to me in the middle
and i am something you never were or will ever be
a protest against something
a life lesson
a spiritual machine
a conspiracy
a method of madness
a humbling entity
what would ypou do if you were me?
what would you do if you were centre stage making no difference trying to change the world through your actions
as they tried to change you
and all you could do was make another mistake so they could complain
as they protest you they protest all your like minds
how far would you go?
someone free me
someone see me
im walking in prolific cirlces
im crying all the time
im trying to find alove in this world of gods that dont know how
im looking for something for show and tell
i want what i want i need this
in this black and white dope show colorfull terchnicolor emotionless scream
i know im one of a kind
Their casting again
training their clergies
the hundreds of gods of rock and roll
and alternative men
and the pieces fit
and the methods of madness
are all do or die for me
all i can do is lear to obey
free will i have none
i just want to live
i want to love
i want to be me
i want o be free
i want to move on
but ithink its too late
either way its my fault
and you can all go on complaining
throw your money away to protect me and try to keep me alive
and as i plan to fail to make the government happy
im looking for my escape
murdered by music
tormented by propoganda
forever you will know waht i did i had to do
an di know i was betrayed i was fooled
i was decieved
i will never return to wear a mask
never will i hide living my own life
where i am lost in my mind
wether you lvoe me or not
im not begging to com eback to this form of attention where you destroy my self esteem
and beliefs
and ego and image
let me go
free me of this capture
ease me into my real life and let me feel something real
i want to live
but im not coming back when i go
I'll never feel love
and its something you will never know from me
no matter how hard i play this game for the betterment of your world
and mankind
and trust me its been messy
and youv emade some big steps
but i will never recover
from being the centre of the gods you cliam to be
so go ahead throw your money away to keep me alive
throw your talent away to humble yoursleves and appologise to me
Im done hiding and i know the truth and so do you
Look in the mirrors of every ticking clock
mirrored by all the tocks
and the peoples faces talking about nothing at all
never to speak about whats under rug swept
Ive been tortured by a planet
a continent
ive been blamed and shamed
to humle you
ive returned to make something out of you
and i will not die for your love
second love of the world or not
we're over until you prove to me you want me happy
instead of living in fear and miserable
just like the pathetic fools ive com eto know as you
undercover unknown victom
everyone sings to
to throw their money around upon
and no one seems to know
so their object to crave of life lessons of learning to be gods
for this person is a god
Musical cult classic
one man in the middle
dream riddle
forgiveness unexplainable
someone has to play the bad guy for this protest
of government and queens
to play keep me alive
and the volunteered bad guy is known as everything bad
selfless selfish sacrifice
and no one knows how much i have cried
as we approach this place building this stairway to heaven
where man becomes closer to gods
keeping me alive
humbling themselves
throwing their money around
and yes the stakes are high
Their casting
singing their way
to manipulate my sphere of influence
their clues of the muse
their ideas of simplicity and complexities that spiral around from me
but what do i get
victimised by being born into this
musical conspiracy
where even the bad guy is the good guy speaking blasphemy
with methods of madness
playing a game of life and death to save my life as this protest
and game of life lessons revolve around me
and i humble them any which way i can
A heart breaker
a dream maker
a breath taker
a mistake maker
a achance taker
a lazuy behaviour
someone inspire me
someone tire me
someone admire me
someone see me
someone beg me to dream
someone listen to me
your millionaoires are buyin gtheir actors and hiring spies
to help me live
to keep me alive
to learn the roles of government and godly life lessons of terrorism and spirituality
and it all revolves around me
Did you hear me
their casting
did you see it its happening?
the black and white people
are living in this technicolor dream
and music is a weapon of a headless blunder
which they will play me
until they die
do you believe me
do you see me
singin gin the streets tellin gyou what i kno wwhat i hear what i think what i feel
what i know what i see
One bad guy representing everything thats bad
steering them to do me in
as the other millionaires play the game of protecting me
and himbling them as they protect me as i play the game of methods of madness
living on the edge of tragedies
someone see this
someone hear me
someone forgive me
someone tell me im not dreaming
hear me scream
someone see im broken
someone tell me why
someon hear me cry
someon dry my tears of this world revolving around me
and tell me why
Why am i the one teaching men to be gods
granting them ideologies of how and who and why oi should be
to be manipulated and them to manipulate others to manipulate me
someon efree me
someone uncover me
anyone please release me
the music is my weapon
and these circles i am walking look innocent but have ytou forgotten
why rthey keep talking?
have you forgotten what im upto
do you kno wwho i am if i dont kno wanymore?
is there a reason for this anymore?
and as we drain the colors from our backs
and all we have from the technicolor dream are the signs from place to place
of the changing location of the name game
what is goin to happen in this game of driving the mensa geniuses insane who know full
well what the spie dont get and cant uderstand what its like to play all sides and pray and pray and pray
and never get paid never be thanked to help makind while living this nightmare they consider a dream
someone free me
someone see me
someon ehear me
someone believe me
someone tell me
someone free me
someone tell me is there true love for me anymore or is it just an object for me to crave now?
is there a destiny left for me or is it something else for you to hold
and rub in my face?
is there a hope left in my world as you live my dreams?
is there anything of an illusin i need to see through i need not be party of
as i sing and scream and beg for attention in these city streets
In thios technicolor dreamn the first level of how we can all belong
where do i go from here?
in the game of god surprising god
what do i have to lose when i supposedly got to be a star and emberass myslef for your life lesson
whats left of me now that i have cried unabashedly and ashamed?
what pieces of my that have been torn from me are left?
what is there to fight for as i lie in this bed?
why do i get up in the morning to feel i might be living alie
to look in everyones eyes and wonder what i thing
because of what i am to soo many and what soo many are to me
Another ideology an ew way to epress their sphere of influence
i am the man in the middle and you are all gods of faith to influence me
keep me alive
and learn if you woish to be gods
keep me alive and humble yourslef as you thrpow your money and dreams away
its an object to crave
a prive to be paid
and as i play the act for man
and you play my gods of something i may never have
at arms length
arms reach all i ever wanted
everything i need
i never seem to get ort have
every game ytou play to hlep me or prepare me
everything adds up to me in the middle
and i am something you never were or will ever be
a protest against something
a life lesson
a spiritual machine
a conspiracy
a method of madness
a humbling entity
what would ypou do if you were me?
what would you do if you were centre stage making no difference trying to change the world through your actions
as they tried to change you
and all you could do was make another mistake so they could complain
as they protest you they protest all your like minds
how far would you go?
someone free me
someone see me
im walking in prolific cirlces
im crying all the time
im trying to find alove in this world of gods that dont know how
im looking for something for show and tell
i want what i want i need this
in this black and white dope show colorfull terchnicolor emotionless scream
i know im one of a kind
Their casting again
training their clergies
the hundreds of gods of rock and roll
and alternative men
and the pieces fit
and the methods of madness
are all do or die for me
all i can do is lear to obey
free will i have none
i just want to live
i want to love
i want to be me
i want o be free
i want to move on
but ithink its too late
either way its my fault
and you can all go on complaining
throw your money away to protect me and try to keep me alive
and as i plan to fail to make the government happy
im looking for my escape
murdered by music
tormented by propoganda
forever you will know waht i did i had to do
an di know i was betrayed i was fooled
i was decieved
i will never return to wear a mask
never will i hide living my own life
where i am lost in my mind
wether you lvoe me or not
im not begging to com eback to this form of attention where you destroy my self esteem
and beliefs
and ego and image
let me go
free me of this capture
ease me into my real life and let me feel something real
i want to live
but im not coming back when i go
I'll never feel love
and its something you will never know from me
no matter how hard i play this game for the betterment of your world
and mankind
and trust me its been messy
and youv emade some big steps
but i will never recover
from being the centre of the gods you cliam to be
so go ahead throw your money away to keep me alive
throw your talent away to humble yoursleves and appologise to me
Im done hiding and i know the truth and so do you
Look in the mirrors of every ticking clock
mirrored by all the tocks
and the peoples faces talking about nothing at all
never to speak about whats under rug swept
Ive been tortured by a planet
a continent
ive been blamed and shamed
to humle you
ive returned to make something out of you
and i will not die for your love
second love of the world or not
we're over until you prove to me you want me happy
instead of living in fear and miserable
just like the pathetic fools ive com eto know as you
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Techicolor dream fictional romance
Techicolor dream fictional romance
