It’s not the fear of falling, It’s more the fear or forgetting how to fly. Now I’ve missed my calling, Does that make it a good time for me to die? I can’t believe that.. Can some miracle cure be gotten? For all the temporal lives best forgotten In these barely transparent times Of underthought hate crimes And of Machiavellian schemes Be careful as you walk on my dreams In these highly elaborate new religions And exaltations on televisions Its not about could be, Or about what isn’t, but about what should. And even if you reasoned, Could you see the trees past all the wood Remove that plank from your left eye, Before you try to remove the speck in mine, The speck in mine, the speck in mine M8 Another karaoke virgin, comes out tonight You’ll only see the edited version We won’t go down without a fight Without a fight on oscar night It’s not the fear of sleeping It’s more the forgetting how to dream When you get tired of weeping Remember you’re still a part of the machine
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 21:38:57 +0000
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