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Madman
The tides recede and abdicate their position on the central floor,
and instead we look through the glass from the viewing room,
to watch the surgeon’s fingers leap and dance, saying,
trust me, trust me, trust me.
In an empty house, no one cares for the tender rotting wood,
and its grandfather clock that ticks on the off beat and is a tenth of a second off pace,
excuse my battology when I say,
trust me, trust me, trust me.
Imaginology and passion is a losssssss of words,
more like a raw gut feeling that makes me want to sing a song that I cannot put voice to,
so I project it with my thoughts for any open mind to feel,
Understand my words, my thoughts, as I say,
Golden touch she had,
golden lies she told,
and golden threads I follow
from the remnants of Ariadnes spool
yet the labyrinth has new tricks-
I write only with my mind and I’ve stopped thinking. really who needs commas and dashes when
parentheses will do just as fine
Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie-rhymes with her name,
We cause earthquakes that no one but I can feel(sometimes see) when we fight
I break, Break, break
I am the only solution,
Lets just pretend, pretend?,
that our dreams have come true and we are happy!, happy?, happy.,
I love the feeeling of freedom that comes from-
just the air. theeeeee water in my pool,
but I saw it, its blood when I’m asleep,
I break my head on the stairs
tell me I saw no one special in my dreams,
It’s getting later ever later and the darts are flying
they hit the board and out comes the homunculus
I sin and sin and sin and now redemption is flying like a rocket
and I can’t catch it as much as I could catch the wind;
I hear that making fire is a complicated process chemically
and even when i only have the two stones
DAMN! I just turn on the burner.
faster, faster, the world will spin and faster and faster-oh well- my house will rot
I am a monk; that is when you take the rest and make me holy
tell me that you’ve left and I will set myself on fire.
I know the pain and don't get caught in the alley at night alone
make me here or there or neither- make me up and down and (
)
make me who the people are,
(or put me where my people are)
Each works just as well.
Make me my own man and don't forget the only thing I said when I left
“we have to go upstairs now”
Please my only wish is that you leave the silverware and tupperware to the girl I call my sister,
and give the rest away.
Why? Maybe she knows why. Im sure she’ll find a reason.
and let the window go
let my, now THE body fall.
“I have to go upstairs now.”
My emotions are running hot and cold like fever and streak through my body like the electricity I feel that makes my hairs stand up straight,
Oh when it rains...
tonight, the tides recede and the stars abdicate their positions in the sky
they sing my daughter the sweetest lullaby.