Idlewarrior
09/24/08, 03:23 PM
Stuck in place for hours at a time
Forgetting goals made common
By desperate wants to be the same
The same as every one else
Everyday, the same things move forward
New perspectives would end the march
It’d stop propaganda forever
But no such thing could last
No such thing could match the will and pleas
To end March, to end April, to end sunny skies
In the dark nor sadness
Barely there through Mondays, like fiberglass
In smoke of death, it’s cutting, it’s cutting me down
To a mess, a mess of prescriptions and ash
A corner stone, satans’ throne, I’d sell my soul
To leave this place, this place I call my home
It owes me, the payments made, it owns the money
My mother makes, this place, it leaves us dry
Even though we cry, we cry from fear of foreclosure
We’ve got love, and so much more
But the bills pile high, like bodies in a morgue
We take pills, to balance out the drive
The drive to kill ourselves
But we’re not lonely, and I’ll do just fine
Moving out, in a few years time
She’ll be alone, but the hours do pass
When you’ve got the grim reaper
At your back
Unlike dad, who's in my head,
I’ll make something of myself
She’ll be so proud, she’ll call me son
She’ll call me the man she wish she had
I'm planning hard for the trip ahead
Knowing that I've gone steps further
Than he has, I have, I have, I have
Gone, Steps further, Than I planned
Forgetting goals made common
By desperate wants to be the same
The same as every one else
Everyday, the same things move forward
New perspectives would end the march
It’d stop propaganda forever
But no such thing could last
No such thing could match the will and pleas
To end March, to end April, to end sunny skies
In the dark nor sadness
Barely there through Mondays, like fiberglass
In smoke of death, it’s cutting, it’s cutting me down
To a mess, a mess of prescriptions and ash
A corner stone, satans’ throne, I’d sell my soul
To leave this place, this place I call my home
It owes me, the payments made, it owns the money
My mother makes, this place, it leaves us dry
Even though we cry, we cry from fear of foreclosure
We’ve got love, and so much more
But the bills pile high, like bodies in a morgue
We take pills, to balance out the drive
The drive to kill ourselves
But we’re not lonely, and I’ll do just fine
Moving out, in a few years time
She’ll be alone, but the hours do pass
When you’ve got the grim reaper
At your back
Unlike dad, who's in my head,
I’ll make something of myself
She’ll be so proud, she’ll call me son
She’ll call me the man she wish she had
I'm planning hard for the trip ahead
Knowing that I've gone steps further
Than he has, I have, I have, I have
Gone, Steps further, Than I planned