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underground ish.
i consider myself a floet...
because i write poems and i flow...
this is just really for fun...
and i do this also to make me
feel better about certain situations.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #14,451
Peak in subgenre #172
Author
InFluenCe
Rights
yes
Uploaded
December 30, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The emotional tempest fades
Another elder has aged
The bombs have settled
And nothing is saved
Again and again lovers
Befriend enemies and
Then bond a synergy
People are still blind
The deadly become the kind
Death’s fingers trickle down spines
And only the deaf die...
But silly me, who am i
To create my own world
That twirls on the tips of
My long, defined fingers
Which linger to rotate the globe
On various slopes, depending on
Whether or not we elope with
The sky to set aside
Our tendencies, which fathom
The ones who script all tapestries
We depict in colors of black and white
The gray is only seen when we switch off the light
Kites fly in their own deep highs to grow
Our nation becomes Socratic always asking why to know
How the sky is always a deep crimson red
But instead, people walk straight into travesties
Mastering the art form of idiocy
It’s hard to see now, but when the picture is clearer
It reflects back hard like a mirror
But my world ends in about one and a half minutes
Yours ends once you find yourself stranded in a fidget
Fiddling around curiously lurking in areas that
You’re not supposed to be
Wasting your time hopelessly and noticing that
Your time is over and done, the fun has now diminished
And not one critic impacted on anything anywhere
Because their weak statements cause us to stare at nothing nowhere
We constantly worry about our hair and how it looks
So why don’t you shave it and hook the fish that swims
And when I say fish, I mean the people that
Remind you of lethal manifestation representing
The crooks without any type of emancipation
Introducing a world with no knowledge of devastation
Crediting anything from the dirt that we breathe
To the very germs that we sneeze
We believe in synchronizing, defining our own path
Choosing which road to walk from the fork that you met
You spent time thinking... reasoning, seasoning on the pork
That you hunted and ate... you feast upon the prey
You ceased just moments ago to show how powerful you are
But shit, no one knows cause you’re a nothing
Like certain stars that shine to bring a divine sense into thing
Which live lavishly
A complete failure promoting a tragedy
That’s who you are in my world
All you do really is make toes curl and act all silly
Your objectives always seem to be just messing around
And someday you’ll be testing the sounds that conquer,
Sponsor and are theoretically monsters
Your needs are always brought to you, but all you
Say is “I want this” and of course that
And since you’re blind like a bat
You hear people talking about other types of bullshit and crap
An aristocrat at the age of fifteen
Ruling the obscene and of course imprisoning me
With walls in which absorbs sound so I cannot hear
Anything from sheer brilliance to the drop of a tear
And I defy the law of gravity at the death of a sneer
Because I feared you so often
And you made profit off the sounds that I created
I had one thing on my mind to say but
You stole it right from my brain
And now I’m just called your slave
What a young depraved fellow I was back when
And since then I make my own world in my head to spend
And kill time
And its only you who can’t get into this world of mine
And its only cause of who you are and what you’ve become of
And now it’s my world which always sums up to what I’ve always loved
