Beesnip
1.
What do you do?
when there's nothing left to fight for
the whole world swallowed
what it was you had to say
your ideas and your views
have all become mandatory
everyone, and his son
has become your cliche

2.
and i could be your lover
if you weren't so damn pessimistic
and you could be my rhythm
if we weren't so out of time

but
therein
lies
your beauty
ellegent and relentless
tire
tire
me with your forever restless
soul, whole
heart keeping time to a forgotten rhythm

3.
envisioning death as a populist
in a world that doesn't care
succumb to the rebel fist
adopt a knowing stare
blank, like a forgotten canvas
and are we...
forgotten, and can this...
honestly be...


Man I was a cheery shit
(doris_day, Sat 13 Aug 2005, 11:48, Reply)