Thursday, January 13, 2011
"I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
Feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out"
ECHO OF CONSCIENCE
For all the whimpering, whining, complaining
That I endured in your matterless chatter,
Ever thought, 'How these men with no grounds
Came to gain Higher ground and began to matter?'
While they rejoiced evil and scorched the sky
You were caught up in this low life rat race,
And today you lament loss of reason from rhyme
When your ignorance put them there in first place.
It's not their presence, but it's your absence
That lay bridges of doom for their admission,
No Helen shall take blame for this Troy burnt
But your own suicidal tendencies for submission.
"I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
Feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out"
- What If (Creed)
ECHO OF CONSCIENCE
For all the whimpering, whining, complaining
That I endured in your matterless chatter,
Ever thought, 'How these men with no grounds
Came to gain Higher ground and began to matter?'
While they rejoiced evil and scorched the sky
You were caught up in this low life rat race,
And today you lament loss of reason from rhyme
When your ignorance put them there in first place.
It's not their presence, but it's your absence
That lay bridges of doom for their admission,
No Helen shall take blame for this Troy burnt
But your own suicidal tendencies for submission.
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