Twixn.... Is the name.
Twixn... Is the name.
Lyrics
I scribbled till i ran out of pages
still this taste in my mouth is wasted
wishing i could face sh** , without the tredeptation
palms shaking, it's not what i anticipated
calmly tracing out my life lines vacant
maze of make-shift crubling claywall nation
. like a patriot
i never make it
dreams and goalss
seems to roll, and change quick
laced with fiends resolve
i cannot hold on
so i turn the bass and volume on...
headphones my call, whipser alah
it's my own form of god,
nature sound and law
my soul is flawed...
so i piece it together with old songs
sung with a confused toungue
long and twisted
like demons image
removing lumps in my chest to mimic
feet pick up to run from cinics
suddenly feeling blessed and timid
for a moments time i glipse clarity
but apparently im amidst narrtives charity
that feeling a writer gets with completion
only to find a road ahed knee deep and leaking
pen ink its these weak and defeating,
chain link in between soul cheating
weeping and leeching
decving the decent
we leave for the weekend
drown out desires on beaches
then wake to depletion.
These times arn't so hard
but f*** im a dwell and starve
till senses give me a vision
depressed beauty is art...
