My death shall wander winter gardens, moonlight nift upon my wall. Where sunshine never reaches yonder, wilting petals are my all. Read my epitaph, it's green. It's silent melody, obscene; and wandering the winter garden's death am I.
My death shall wander winter gardens, holding breadth of all I was; or ever will be, taking moonlight strolls into divinity. Held captive by my grave, I'm dismembered and set to lay, under the stars forever.
My dreams are captive in a sack, my hopes are mounted on a rack, my love is freely shared online, limewire downloads all of mine, the largest downloads of all time.
My wit is buried in the sand, my sorrow sprouted fertile land, growing only purple yams come Easter.
They shot my hatred to the moon, they drowned my humor in the blue, and to this day, the fish are still all laughing.
My death shall wander winter gardens, carrying my pain. Wandering the pale moonlight till the end of days. My grave's erected near a patch of ivy in the mist, where to this day no living person's gone without an itch.
...And so I kissed my grave upon the greenest fields of winter, where tomorrow intersects with all the parts we've lost together. Greenest dreams.
O' silhouette of who I was,
why do you haunt me? (The cause)
Why do you pain me? (I'm lost)
Why do you suffocate my soul?
O' silhouette of who I was, (ago)
where every day, I weep (alone)
why do you haunt me? (so)
I will never return to whom I was.
O silhouette of who I was, (In air)
Why do you watch me whilst I sleep? (again)
Why do you bring me pain? (So bare)
Where every morning, day and evening (spare)
consume me, and I shall never be rid of you.
I'll take my life if I have to.
I lay woe upon the pain I feel,
the stitches, they have yet to heal
...and prick my needle with your seal,
I am in pain, I am in pain.
I awoke another day,
there be no reason just to lay
but the pain, it's here to stay
thus I 'm in pain, I'm pain.
The pain,
it doesn't go away
and I must suffer day to day
because I breathe; I pray
and every day, I live in vain,
...in pain.
Gaia help me.
Where do owls fly, when I close my eyes?
Their wings of whisper sing goodbye,
and I can only stand and cry
...as the darkness shrouds around me.
Where have all the owls flown?
Where do winters go when bled?
When summer sunshine's come instead
and all the winter snow ascends
to take it's place in the pantheon of ages.
Where have all the winters bled?
Where is the light, with which to see?
The icy wind which blankets me
and tells me that there is no hope
...that I will never walk in the bask of sunlight.
Oh the atomic rain a fluttering;
...upon me, upon me,
within me, within me;
the radiation lurking;
...eternal.
Oh the atomic rain, a mist;
...you breathe it in, your bones go thin,
and in it's deadly beauty,
you amidst the twinkling stars.
Tis the realm of highlights, and the night it pulses,
splashes and cascades with beautiful gems of liquid
dropping in again.
But you daren't touch it; or ingest it's soothing call,
for in the end it's atomic rain,
atomic once and for always.
...And I know your tongue is parching,
the rain is so inviting, but the toss up here it comes;
death or drink, the choice resolves.
Either way, the outcome stands,
you take a drink, you lie in sands.
We live in a thirsty world,
when the clouds give birth to atomic rain.
In the virtual cage of vertigo, aimless do we roam,
deprived of mother home.
In the virtual cage of vertigo, there be no place to go.
What direction do we turn?
what direction do we yearn?
What direction calls our names?
What direction can we save?
We stand on ceilings and look at the floor,
we go out the window and enter the door;
where is where anymore?
In the virtual cage of vertigo, there be no certainty
what's in store? The world is topsy turvy more and more.
And to whom can we implore? To whom can we outreach?
Logic is destroyed and justice is impeached.
...In the virtual cage of vertigo, reality is damaged to it's core.
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