| Breakin' The Tie (3 Day Rant) |
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Such a curious time in my womb sublime as I read these fables
forgotten the vine that traces the line of the future able
your history is grim and all my problems weight beside
stand here with me face my consequences, face my pride
It's all black and white and grey most the time as I turn these pages
to think that I pray that you would just walk away without any breakage
steady my hand is on the trigger, gunshy most the time but this could linger
and my eyes are too red to see it's already dead inside
It's the same old story
In my fight for glory
and my hardship, sorry
but I'm breakin' the tie
precious awaits late date with fate high winds prevail and the shadows escape
light strokes short tokes and the sun still shines on my horizon, questful debate
longwinded hate, terms of unconscious tremulous ponders, wistful wondering
watching and plundering, where has the time gone? 10 years broken, 27 unspoken
short lived trials and tribulation, can't complain, it's all coming to vain and
reaction and pain and constrain. Constrain.
now the door is unlocked, swinging open and wide and it's still my story
sweetness, divine, you are so hard to find, can you still ignore me?
embraces to green unfettered unforseen, can I take your order?
the chances that lie have all gone awry, now it's all over
It's the same old story
In my fight for glory
and my hardship, sorry
but I'm breakin' the tie
Stand here and watch, listlessly thoughtless - extraneous temperatures rise
save face, hold grace, feel the pressure rise above
my sweet metamorphosis
will you take me to the sky?
my sweet metamorphosis
and watch me fly higher
It's the same old story
In my fight for glory
and my hardship, sorry
but I'm breakin' the tie
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