blaarg
07/23/03, 05:48 PM
i normally don't really post here, i guess i'm paranoid about people stealing my lyrics or something, but here's a song i was working on a while ago, i still have to fine-tune a few parts of it... probably.
My World (tentative title, if you could think of anything better, please do)
Well reality contorts to personal perception
based on ideas we find possible to concieve
we go through life with no introspection
to find that who we are isn't always what we believe
we always find it possible to alter our conception
and change out surroundings to suit our needs
but sooner or later we reach the realization
that after running for so long
we don't relize the problem's gone
and continue to live in a blaze of similarity
So i'll build a wall up to surround me
a place to call home when the world is my enemy
a state of bliss and ignorence
where problems disapear through insentience
And there's a place we just can't reach
somewhere between conciousness and sleep
a place where the solutions to all our problems lie
but our concious minds throw truth into the deep
when faced with answers we don't like but can't deny
And so i built my own fortress
and locked myself solitarily inside
a stronghold against reality
when the world is closing in on me
i know where i can turn to hide
but these walls won't stand forever
and an escape lasts only so long
before becoming a prison of it's own
stuck in the middle with no defintion of right from wrong
it seems there's nothing left of the world i've always known
When black and white combine into a shade of gray
reality and fantasy are worlds away
and when two worlds collide into disaray
the road you've paved
the reality you've made
will crumble to the ground and slowly fade away
My World (tentative title, if you could think of anything better, please do)
Well reality contorts to personal perception
based on ideas we find possible to concieve
we go through life with no introspection
to find that who we are isn't always what we believe
we always find it possible to alter our conception
and change out surroundings to suit our needs
but sooner or later we reach the realization
that after running for so long
we don't relize the problem's gone
and continue to live in a blaze of similarity
So i'll build a wall up to surround me
a place to call home when the world is my enemy
a state of bliss and ignorence
where problems disapear through insentience
And there's a place we just can't reach
somewhere between conciousness and sleep
a place where the solutions to all our problems lie
but our concious minds throw truth into the deep
when faced with answers we don't like but can't deny
And so i built my own fortress
and locked myself solitarily inside
a stronghold against reality
when the world is closing in on me
i know where i can turn to hide
but these walls won't stand forever
and an escape lasts only so long
before becoming a prison of it's own
stuck in the middle with no defintion of right from wrong
it seems there's nothing left of the world i've always known
When black and white combine into a shade of gray
reality and fantasy are worlds away
and when two worlds collide into disaray
the road you've paved
the reality you've made
will crumble to the ground and slowly fade away