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Peak #524
Peak in subgenre #53
Author
kyle mcdonald/metaphors/life
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Uploaded
February 02, 2006
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MP3 8.6 MB • 128 kbps • 9:26
Lyrics
the wounds were ripped open by a surgeon
a surgeon named hope and another name destiny
in an attempt to find anything at all
the attempt may have gone horribly wrong
a life, viewed through t.v. screens, was planned on never being seen
as it fell farther and farther down,
there was no sound, there were no worries
look at the way it's been attempted before:
strike one, start over, maybe even try something new.
if only every life was saved by a break in routine
it seems the whole world would be saved
but since rhymes and words can't save the world
maybe one could touch it the wrong way,
spark a new sensation, if only it was that easy.
and it's kind of obvious that nowhere is close ahead.
as the stereo blares all the wrong beats
the messages trancribed could never get far
and now the favorite shows are on as background noise.
when metaphors got tired from being overused,
it wasn't hard to find the culprit here
as the planet turns and every newborn just becomes another scratch on paper
it seems this whole attempt looks better on paper.
if you could see through it's eyes, there's no telling what to think
if only the world was that easy to figure out
and it's kind of obvious that it's going nowhere,
no hope to be saved.
it's right in front, no hope to be helped or confronted.
nowhere to go.
and the same song keeps going and going
and it's thinking there is no big, just small
stay in school, kill yrself a little bit through 3 hrs everynight
doing what is most despised
there's no hope, if only there was,
then this attempt wouldnt be begging for air,
begging to live to see the week's end
and poems keep going on, making little sense
what's the topic this week? something to die for?
if only
and it's kind of obvious that it's going nowhere,
no hope to be saved.
it's right in front, no hope to be helped or confronted.
nowhere to go.
and the attempt is trying to break through this mold
learn of a time when it was simpler
take out the anger through something that has never been heard of before
blank away the anger through a long night and much of the remedy
there is no remedy, it was made up for money and some control
when the big stomped on the small for corporate control
the attempt is going and going but
you'll never see, hear or breath another thing like it.
you can give up on it, if only it were that simple.
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