Lost Little Children The cold comfort of a quiet night alone Seems to be the only constant in my life Empty serenity, peaceful and at ease, It always greets me, when I close my eyes And as I sit all wrapped up in my introspection Those around me fade away to gray My solipsistic solitude does not intrude On the universes natural decay [I know that were all just lost little children Shivering alone in the dark Reaching out to strike at one another Begging for a god to tell us who we are And hes not listening, and nobody responds To our radio transmissions and our prayers So when you batter me, and mutilate my trust Know that I, too, am scared] This bio-bodysuit comes free of charge with plaster heart Defective personality and brain Conflicted programs wired right into the bones And a soul that it might amplify your pain A self-preserving mechanism so your selfishness Can trump and trample any act of love And a will weakened by years of sedentary stories, The hope for life eternal up above [chorus] A sense of empathy, that silly stranded notion That implies a fellow person lives inside That aching hope that we wont all depart tomorrow, That I might feel my lovers skin pressed into mine for one more night That fragile egoism, churning me along Despite the odds, the self delusion it requires That you would tilt these tepid scales for the worse Breaks my heart, breaks my strength, makes me tired [chorus]
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 01:04:53 +0000
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