Pluralis - Wasted Wasteland - 24 bars vers
If I was a ship, you'd see me on the bed of the sea
Pulling the covers up, and letting my passangers go back to sleep
Lifeboats are out of reach, so here's another reason to swim
I mean, you shouldn't be traveling with boats that frequanly sink
Think as I'm preaching over, and over, am I'm seaking peices of closure?
When I pull with weakened muscles trying to get you closer
Trying not to get your hopes up, Hear me breathe, hear me leave
Hear the footsteps in my voice whispering, whimpering pleads
But what you've seen, never seems to make any sense
And what I've seen leads to think I don't need awakenings when
I'm breaking instead, of living when reality closes, and even
leaving my ego aside when i float closer to dreamin'
If you feel me, don't, know me but you're not even close
But I'll let you watch as I'm pealing the skin off of my bones
And as I'm stripped down to my six-feet-under-suit
My bones rattle the story of how assumptions consumes the untrue
wondering what to do, who to trust, and who to hold tight
who I have to impress to get met halfway in my own mind
Got no time to shine shoes, hope you hear me talk behind my back
No time to look behind you, I only want you to talk back
As if you could find the right words or any words at all
And as if the last man standing is the first to fall
If you heard it all, just watch when the bird of pray's hunting
And I'll be standing in the corner waiting for you to say someting
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