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Bad Day Bad DayBad Day by ~IThinkImChris
by
Christopher Scott
Sometimes we all need a bad day
Sometimes we need time to stop
A day is only good in hindsight
But a bad one is in no rush to be had
The tormented lullaby will sing you to sleep
Dawn will welcome you home
The good pollutes all your dreams could be
And I dreamt it was August again
You hate the words and you hate that your right
You hate that she made you do it
I still sense you as night rocks me to sleep
But your name is no longer in lights.
Routine will be the death of you
And change brings more of the same
The nothingness is populated by duty
Then the ceiling becomes all the more appealing
The
In Our Room In Our RoomIn Our Room by ~IThinkImChris
by
Christopher Scott
In our room
We ran away
Left the ground we'd vowed to stay
We were scared but that's ok
We left today
In our minds
The ages passed
We'd left our lives and made them new
We were young and not so sure
So we faked at living
Fade
The picture fades
The ceiling falls and it was raining
I sat in the filth as the ashes poured
And you were crying
Alone
Always alone
Ghost by default, I haunt myself
The dark forgives and the shape is formless
And keeps me dreaming
In the stars the future is told
And we traced our names for all to see
I wish the rain could capture us
In our rooms we were alone, i
The Accident of Life The Accident of LifeThe Accident of Life by ~IThinkImChris
by
Christopher Scott
As specks we collect
At mass we follow
Connections obscure
But it matters the same
Do we ever wake up?
If we are awake does it show?
I swear I've never woken up
But I guess I'll never know it
Your sins are collected and dreams become the same
Is meaning there?
And do you care?
A futile motto to shed
Release of life from life but it's life as you know it
It's not life that is lived but an ideal that is played
A part in the pantomime of life
A life exiled from itself
A world that forgot to lose its meaning
A time that forgot to be had
Could it be that we just exist
An accident wast
The Revolution is Sold The Revolution is SoldThe Revolution is Sold by ~IThinkImChris
by
Christopher Scott
Am I sober or just too drunk to tell
The revolution's sold and I'm all out of tales to sell
You can't take the sale from me, you can't take the heat
Your air is wasted, your eyes a door to the inner working sickness that eats to your core
The mirror's broke, your luck ran out with the spirits rebirth
Your afterbirth spat from the dirt where the feeble take shade
But the inner workings have a spanner intertwined
The words are spat, the cats are fat, the cause intact, the statements fact
Take the sleep and make it work
And make that money bleed for you
Reproduce to nurture that natural or
Follow Me Follow MeFollow Me by ~IThinkImChris
by
Christopher Scott
Follow me into the fading light
I am the way
I am the way
I will soothe your tainted plight.
Forget consequence as my effect will sholdour the pain
You are the one and what is done is done
So forgive me
But fear me still
Fall into yourself
Learn to fail again
Forget all that you know
And forget what to say.
If I fix you, I'll fail you
But I'll fix you again
You are the words, you are the paint
You are everyone's masterpiece
Close your eyes and let your mind do the work
Because today is the day you chose to feel alive again
And today I chose to suffer with you
Tonight is the dance, tonight's
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