jueves, 24 de noviembre de 2011







Fear of A Blank Planet

Sunlight coming through the haze

No gaps in the blinds
To let it inside
The bed is unmade, some music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on

A flicker of the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking in the shit flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again

Terminally bored
Shuffling around the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year’s thing

My Xbox is a god to me

I finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

Don't try engaging me

The vaguest of shrugs
The prescription drugs
You'll never find a person inside

My face is mogadon

Curiosity
He's given up on me
I'm tuning out desires
The pills are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here?

The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here

I'm through with pornography

The acting is lame
The action is tame
Explicitly dull
arousal annulled

Your mouth should be boarded up

Talking all day with nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations
All misinformation

My friend says he wants to die

He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam
Their clothes are all black
The music is crap

In school I don't concentrate

And sex is kinda fun, but just another one
Of all the empty ways of using up the day

How can I be sure I'm here?

The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here

Bipolar disorder

Can't deal with the boredom
Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with the boredom

Don’t try to be liked

You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time
You're somewhere
You're no where
You don't care
You catch the breeze
You still the leaves
So now where?

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