slamdown
04/27/10, 07:02 AM
This one's a very personal one, here we go...
Wake up call, let us assess the definition
That one vital instant that kick-starts the ignition
Makes a man think and utilize his cognition
To make the decision of his own volition
He who lives be the sword, dies by the sword
Words of wisdom from our so-called Lord
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be so worshipped and adored?
Instead my desperate pleas go contemptuously ignored
But that’s only because the only one who can make the difference
Is the soul caught in a bitter self-inflicted ambivalence
That’s me, a prisoner to my unfair expectance
Of others I perceive as lacking incandescence
My liver would have collapsed and I’d have turned jaundiced
A week long torture to try and find inner peace
Sick of keeping problems hidden better than the secret police
At least this event will make a conversation piece
If anything it’s been a voyage of discovery
A major fuck-up on the fast track to recovery
She thinks I hate her but I love-‘er-really
If this had worked, and I must stress it did nearly
I’d have never saw her face again, at worst
I wonder how I’d react if the situation was reversed
I’d never cope, though in pain I am well versed
All the world’s a stage, but the play is unrehearsed
Wake up call, let us assess the definition
That one vital instant that kick-starts the ignition
Makes a man think and utilize his cognition
To make the decision of his own volition
He who lives be the sword, dies by the sword
Words of wisdom from our so-called Lord
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be so worshipped and adored?
Instead my desperate pleas go contemptuously ignored
But that’s only because the only one who can make the difference
Is the soul caught in a bitter self-inflicted ambivalence
That’s me, a prisoner to my unfair expectance
Of others I perceive as lacking incandescence
My liver would have collapsed and I’d have turned jaundiced
A week long torture to try and find inner peace
Sick of keeping problems hidden better than the secret police
At least this event will make a conversation piece
If anything it’s been a voyage of discovery
A major fuck-up on the fast track to recovery
She thinks I hate her but I love-‘er-really
If this had worked, and I must stress it did nearly
I’d have never saw her face again, at worst
I wonder how I’d react if the situation was reversed
I’d never cope, though in pain I am well versed
All the world’s a stage, but the play is unrehearsed