wordisasters🔍

It lasted a second, and then I rewound,

The thread of a passion, my soul was bound.

Nowhere but something, felt slightly more,

Even the worst won't be yours.

Voices the past whisper through knowing,

Even the honest, has sides their not showing.

Rest easy now, my boy.

Lying, uneasy, mighty but queasy,

Everyone's lost. Oh-oh, oh.

Falling but flying, on the verge of a wasteland,

Its not very hard, to pretend how you feel, Clock into your fantasies, where lies are truly real. And its not hard to fake a forced wide cheesy crooked smile, No pretending, no lies dumb thing this how we dream,

Force your laughter, fake the truth things aren’t quite how they seem. Out of everyone who may go walk and pass your stride, Really you only meet the truth once in your life. Crazy words, and scary thoughts wont change whats set in stone, Everything is fake, but their lies wont go break your bones.

Misinterpreted dull smiles, affect how you see, colours Yellow, black and blue, go choose what you’ll believe.

tick, tock, tick, tock,mixing bout the potions slide and slop. i dont know enough, to paint a picture with my blood teardrops. drop, dead, cruel and mean. sure some people arent quite how they seem. little scould for the condemned, by some kinda strangers i called friends.

grab a sponge and wipe the traces, from our dirty confused faces. never lost a soul that i knew well, never been a place worse than this hell. oh, you just lost me, oh, you disgust me, oh, im helpless, get unkindness from, my friends. my friends, that never left my side. that never told a lie, to my hand, not my face. they tricked and used their wit against me, cried their weak sympathy. why did i fool, for their useless-.

tick, tock, tick, tock,mixing bout the potions slide and slop. i dont know enough, to paint a picture with my blood teardrops. drop, dead, cruel and mean. sure some people arent quite how they seem. little scould for the condemned, by some kinda strangers i called friends.

intermission

grab a knife and stab a sad doll, set it alight in alcohol, watch the helpless, get upset, but wait its never over yet. ah, help yourself, ah, someone help, oh, im helpless, get unkindness from, my friends. my friends, that never left my side. that never told a lie, to my hand, not my face. they tricked and used their wit against me, cried their weak sympathy. why did i fool, for their useless games. my excuses, only set me, to blame.

time, swam past like a wave in a stormy night. hair blowing in the wind, my head turned, i caught your eye. the boy on the pavement, the boy in the dark, the boy with a lighter, that we struck a spark. saw him last friday, twas late afternoon, i looked right at him, and he saw me too.

the boy in the backstreet, his eyes looked alarmed, i looked a trainwreck, but he grasped a charm, that nobody ive seen has had before, in those dark baggy clothes he wore. in his startled expression he wore.

dark hair, dark smiles, dark rings around his eyes, but his face had appeal i cant comprimise. and, although ive just seen him, this one single time, it was quite nice, that dark stormy night.

Was there a missing moment, A lost link, not crossed upon. Secrets bound in jealousy,

Through gaps in words within my songs. Hemmings of belief unraveled for my eyes, Eluding things behind closed doors, seeing through your weak disguise. Remedies on hold, there’s a note in the unknown, Either I'd lost a part of me or you'd left me alone.

Skipping through perspectives, and doubting like I dream, Only I would fall for few false symptoms, tucked up your shirt sleeve. Momentally, I lost all trust, in myself, Even if I lost a nobody, you can’t compare to no one else. Temperature in here, is dropping like my smile, Hesitated warm hearts, I was crystallized and fragile. Ice entwined around my tears, unbroken like my will. Neglecting frequent remnants, in my morning coffee spills. Go catching fireflies, chasing rue into the night.

Forgotten ‘bout the one you loved. Oh, Remember when we thought, that words could save a nation.

Jack was a boy, the leader of the choir, As a leader of many, he was looked up to and admired. Compelled with a status, too strict in authority Keeping feelings behind black cloaks, and popularity.

Making innocence believe in the tainted truth, Evicting them to maturity, poisoning their youth. Reformed boys into victimized animals Ravaging for meat of their own, turned to cannibals. Indeed, a leader lecturing those put upon his leadership Drop their clothes, tear holes into rules, have their souls ripped, in two. Escape from regulation, from principles from reign. Wax dripping from their burned out fires, for they were strung by chains.