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falling on the world (LiKe A SnOwFlaKe)

Contributed by lostrelic on Monday, 24th December 2007 @ 06:35:16 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

we crawl to the systems longing for the better way
we hear the word and we think that's the way
we speak the truth but fumble on the words
we scrabble but we always lose the verbs
always seeking truth a better way to stumble
finding empty thought we search but always fumble

so we sit and pray to find a better way
just another way to finally waste the day
going south from north east to ******* west
trying to find the sun
why accept the worst
the end is yet to come

why play the books with all you got and follow for the day
don't you feel that you're wasting the day
i'm strongly trying to say
that you're all that you got
because after mother's arms we have nothing but dreams
i see the fall and i feel the same it all happens without choice
and without my mother's arms i rarely hear much of a voice
speaking from tongues too seared too much from me to steal
i'm lost in fog so much of it is real
finding longing rafts with holes too much to pail
sail swift till the barn winds they wail
calling all the world and all that failed
for much we find and much we feel and much lies we tail
i feel this raft and holes they fill and so much we lose aboard
all knowledge that we feel and so much if we gave some more
this is all my soul this is all i can care any more
i'm tired i have gave too much i'm falling deep upon the floor
i will let the truth bury what's in the future i store

so kinda like the flake that falls
the stories that we tell
the vicious words we play on
and all the teeth marks that tell
falling on the world we leave the system all will swell

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2007-12-24 18:35:16]
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