goyoyofosoco
07/27/06, 01:58 AM
The calmness you inspired has retired.
The person that you used is now consumed:
I scream a dragon's stream for fifty feet.
My words come out like my jaw's been wired,
Mumbling something about your doom...
It's hard to speak, through these clenching teeth.
The colors in my irises seem shattered.
The only shade in the spectrum is blood red.
I'm shaking like I've just entered shock.
Nothing before or after now will matter:
All my other thoughts could be considered dead.
I'm a bomb, and time's ticking off the clock.
You're a pitcher full of rage,
And you fill me up, fill me up.
Give me a motive and a page;
I'll fill it up, fill it up.
Your absurdity makes me nervous, see,
And it seems like you are, purposely,
Seeing just how quickly you can fill me up.
I suggest you vacate these surroundings.
I've taken all I can, before I snap.
You'll be blown away by the total force of my vocal chords.
I am sure that you will feel the ground sting,
As you return from flying off the map;
The storm opens up the sky, and it starts to pour.
How does it feel to be drowning in my sorrows?
What makes you think you'll make it out alive?
You better know I never wanted it to be this way.
When the sun ascends at this same time, tomorrow,
The feeling will carve itself, without a knife:
The great sensation of me haunting you,
On every trail you'll ever blaze.
The person that you used is now consumed:
I scream a dragon's stream for fifty feet.
My words come out like my jaw's been wired,
Mumbling something about your doom...
It's hard to speak, through these clenching teeth.
The colors in my irises seem shattered.
The only shade in the spectrum is blood red.
I'm shaking like I've just entered shock.
Nothing before or after now will matter:
All my other thoughts could be considered dead.
I'm a bomb, and time's ticking off the clock.
You're a pitcher full of rage,
And you fill me up, fill me up.
Give me a motive and a page;
I'll fill it up, fill it up.
Your absurdity makes me nervous, see,
And it seems like you are, purposely,
Seeing just how quickly you can fill me up.
I suggest you vacate these surroundings.
I've taken all I can, before I snap.
You'll be blown away by the total force of my vocal chords.
I am sure that you will feel the ground sting,
As you return from flying off the map;
The storm opens up the sky, and it starts to pour.
How does it feel to be drowning in my sorrows?
What makes you think you'll make it out alive?
You better know I never wanted it to be this way.
When the sun ascends at this same time, tomorrow,
The feeling will carve itself, without a knife:
The great sensation of me haunting you,
On every trail you'll ever blaze.