miércoles, 18 de febrero de 2009

jueves, 5 de febrero de 2009

Song 16: A world this odd

Feels like my eyes´ve been swallowed by the rest of my face
Seems like i´m watching from behind my head, away from myself
Maybe that´s the reason why world just seems so strange.

Feed my imagination, fly around the city trapping wizards with your tax payed chopper.
Get an elephant and toy kangaroos
Blind me enough to close my eyes give up my will, such a bight sight.
Fascinate me just a little coz infatuation sucks, i want more, its my drug.

I want to see you try this time, i would faint to give it up, i will try not to watch when your like crash, i´ll close my eyes when world collides.

Maybe i could be happier in a made-up world, unreal story, someone´s mind, a dream, a fairytale in a book.

Is it easier to live staring at the sun, waiting for Jesus to come?

Maybe i just

i should give up

i dont want my gray perspective, smoke in my mind, clods of disaster
kills my lungs, kill me all,
i want pink eyeballs, i want to see the good and not the bad
Green in nature, not in greed

Feed my imagination
make me feel, no think so much.
Make me feel not so depressed

Make me blind to violence
make me immune to them
make me invisible, eternal
a bit less insane
a little bit less weak
kick my fears away
and feed my imagination
and make me not so depressed

Close my eyes with fascination
color my life
make me feel not so depressed