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    Kill The Switch

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah
    I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psycosis.
    Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I
    am I just can't strip bear and bleed the only purity I've
    known. But I lay with reason. Found logic concievd in a walk
    with skin. I sleep with reason producing these monsters.
    Underpainted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to
    be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame. Waterfalls in
    a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The
    caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plane is
    veiled in central neutral grey. Absynthe to slight the pain.
    This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil
    stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward. Oh yeah, oh
    yeah he killed the switch with some unweildy gauge, absence
    and light remain. I lay with reason found logic and reap in a
    walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.
    When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole
    season, I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as
    fields once green are ochre now. This is no dream. Trees
    have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below
    the surface skin of ground. Stitched between the earth and
    the sky struggling to hold it down. Sometimes to realize you
    have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear
    the tiny moving parts make up the whole. The image is clear,
    a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that it
    offers, the only shelter I've known. When does this dream
    end? This is no dream. This is the waking living breathing
    characture of a memory.
    Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my
    only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets. The caw of crows
    fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central
    neutral grey. This world's this worst case color scheme.
    Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on
    homeward. Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some
    unweildy gauge, absence and light remain.
    Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
    Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to
    die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. In the space of a
    smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in
    reason so shall ye sleep. Reap the promised end to the
    struggle. Reap every point on our linear path. Reap the
    smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
    Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned
    from the birth of the sea. Silenced by the threnody of the
    crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree. But I
    witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. a
    backlit smile so temporary. A facade so rich with evil history.
    Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm his moment to
    shine and sleep-came out on top of what was borrowed, and
    found all that beauty to be still.
    Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this
    path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends
    on the past.
    Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our
    waking hours to sleep. While guilty eyes turn toward a
    porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight. Somewhere out
    there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my
    shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the
    vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the
    color of expansion. Open up. the latter just a thought to thrill
    me knock knock knock the latter just a thought to thrill me.
    Red is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head
    is locked in the direction of the sun...
    Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
    Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to
    leave behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all
    been done before, I want to do it again. I want to do it again.
    Kill the switch.
    This night our journey's through the dark.
    Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey
    through the darkness.
    As in sorrow, so shall ye weap, as in reason, so shall ye
    sleep.
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