tales_from_the_duck_side: July 2006

-Burning In The Rain-

As the rain drips down my face
I'm reminded of all those times I've cried
They seem to meaningless now
Why waste tears on something that won't last
One day the future will become the past
It's just like going to sleep
You have to wake up at some point
So why waste time trusting in someone
The alarm clock has to ring someday
The question is will you be ready for it
Virgins are like gold these days
Rare and hard to find
Very hard to find love here
People shed their skin to live again
Life is all anyone really wants
But all we get is hell
Young boys give their hearts to whores
And get used over and over again
The female mouth speaks words of decay
As a population we are all rotting and fading away
Sexually Transmitted diseases feed us
We are broken by god
And put back together by pastors
Dipped in sweet tasting cream
Then eaten by our mothers
We watch as others enjoy
And just like smokers in a non smoking section
We wait for our chance to burn

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Absolute Zero

Woke up
To another pain filled day
Tendons stretched too far
And muscles ache

When did the words become so complicated
I used to say how I feel in one breathe
Now it takes a whole page of thinking
To describe how I’ve always felt

Play em like a fiddleA fiddle
out of tuneOnly finding the problems
When fixed, its time to move

Woke up
To another superstitious cause
From up on the wrong side of the bed
I fall
Woke up
To an overzealous sun
The air around me is ice cold
Absolute zero, and we’re done

Play em like a fiddle
A fiddleout of tune
Only finding the problems
When fixed, its time to move

It normally takes so much
Such thinking, such thought
When did my words
becomeSomething to prove to everyone
That I’m specialWhat about me
Am I not still special
Without beautiful wording

When did the words become so complicated
I used to say how I feel through my eyes
Now I must startle and completely mystify
To describe how I’ve felt all my life

Play em like a fiddle
Play em like a fiddle
Such divinity, such purity disconcerted
But to tame the loin
you can’t just crack
the wipe
I must grab them by the ears, so their eyes will follow the noise

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