Your voice lifts my spirits to a height once held by gods. Your silence sparks my dialogue, Empty words with subtle weapons. Do we speak in tongues
Insincere your passions are, Just a paper mache of all your insecurities. Is is really unfair of me to point this out? But it isn't too late for you
Why are we surrounded by pretentious ignorance? Holding close your vanity, Is it your priority? Well you're no better than your enemy. This world is
If you seek your eternal sunshine, you must first look inside yourself. If your mind is clouded, you'll never see what lies in front of you. These ties
From what I see the whole world is sleeping. Society, the sandman. Serving you your nightly dose at six. Overanalysing, and overprotecting your children