The Rush
07/08/08, 08:55 PM
Yeah, we all like to sleep
and we could never start to soon
With restless eyes wide open
This nightmare starts at noon
I won't miss you
Or the things you said before
You've taken most of what I have
And this clever word's one more
The butterflies have turned to bees
the scenery has burned
The color in the art is gone
and the artist won't return
The monsters in the canvas take
They take too much, like you
Homemade bogeymen don't rest
til the papers have bled through
I won't miss you
(or the writing on the wall)
I won't miss the things you said
The artist that we rendered
The painting I recall
We burried the beautiful
on a cold, darkened eve
In a box as black as night
so the sinners too can grieve
Scream, while the nightmare feasts on the day
Scream, so they hear you and take you away
and we could never start to soon
With restless eyes wide open
This nightmare starts at noon
I won't miss you
Or the things you said before
You've taken most of what I have
And this clever word's one more
The butterflies have turned to bees
the scenery has burned
The color in the art is gone
and the artist won't return
The monsters in the canvas take
They take too much, like you
Homemade bogeymen don't rest
til the papers have bled through
I won't miss you
(or the writing on the wall)
I won't miss the things you said
The artist that we rendered
The painting I recall
We burried the beautiful
on a cold, darkened eve
In a box as black as night
so the sinners too can grieve
Scream, while the nightmare feasts on the day
Scream, so they hear you and take you away