Walking Word

Minggu, 09 Oktober 2011

Between Logic And Sense

Here I lay, bare naked on the floor (shivering down my spine)
As I lean back on the cold damp wall (shivers of cold or shivers of fear)

Fear of being alone / Fear of being without you ('til the end of days)
Yet you're not here, to catch my fall / As my head hit the concrete floor
My heart cries out / Cries a name that has condemned
My destiny to hell / Please god lift this curse tonight

Reminiscence of a broken heart / Yet it all felt so surreal
For which deadly sins have I deserved to fall / Your every lie went for the kill

My heart and tears are in discord / The first battle with the pain
The fears battle to yearn to avenge the pain / Now all I hear
Are eerie chants / Slowly I shut my tired eyes
Pray it's not my epilogue

Fear of being alone / Fear of being without you ('til the end of days)
Yet you're not here, to catch my fall / As my head hit the concrete floor
My heart cries out / Cries a name that has condemned
My destiny to hell / Please god lift this curse tonight

Reminiscence of a broken heart / Yet it all felt so surreal
For which deadly sins have I deserved to fall / Your every lie went for the kill

I just can't seem to make it out / Between my logic and sense
Is this me the best I can ever be / Your prayers will not suffice

It's a reminiscence of a broken heart / Yet it all felt so surreal
For which deadly sins have I deserved to fall / Your every lie went for the kill

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