Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Giving a quietus to thinking
We shared our souls,
Marched around our dizzy thought process
And lept passed conclusions
To hit the solution.
Our minds were innocent bystanders,
Oh, how we hit them with rage
And watched them collapse into crumbles.
With out minds disappeared,
We were able to think with our hearts.
In time,
We'll be able to think
With our souls.
Everything after that is death.
A sweet sleep
With a bitter kiss,
Oh how I wish to be sleeping beauty.
The grim reaper, my prince charming.
I am so hungry for the romance of dying,
I swear I am starving a void into my soul.
February 17 2009
Marched around our dizzy thought process
And lept passed conclusions
To hit the solution.
Our minds were innocent bystanders,
Oh, how we hit them with rage
And watched them collapse into crumbles.
With out minds disappeared,
We were able to think with our hearts.
In time,
We'll be able to think
With our souls.
Everything after that is death.
A sweet sleep
With a bitter kiss,
Oh how I wish to be sleeping beauty.
The grim reaper, my prince charming.
I am so hungry for the romance of dying,
I swear I am starving a void into my soul.
February 17 2009
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Giving a quietus to thinking
Giving a quietus to thinking
