between both extremes lies a blinding truth, a state of soberness and beauty; sitting calmly in the bliss of contradiction; a spacious moment - free of persecution; a unity w/ divinity - intoxicated by the madness of obsession and by the exuberance of true love; a force released in something broken on the surface, but held together within.
Hidden above inflamed bitterness and parallel to euphoric glory, sleeps a limitless source of aptitude - invaded by authentic inspiration; an aimless approach to anything that means something - fated and imprinted in the stars; a profound extension to the needed sincerity that it often silenced; a voice only to speak when the world sleeps - only whispering to the few that listen; a stillness afraid of being touched - tainted by purity.
The bleakest pretense and most lucid of all honesty, inscribes a raw diversity which is meant to breathe life into each soul - walking alone, but towards each other, like a person attached to the pain of his sadness, but only b/c he pleads for love; a vacant emotion that drains the body, but only to elevate the spirit; a death never to submit to becoming a void; a connection caused by distant separation;
A persistent voice that leads us all back to the solitary walls of ourselves for the purpose of finding each other
Relapse Prevent trigger intent Now drown High strung Say X amount of words
You're solar, bipolar Panic disorder Seems harder and harder and harder Still you try to control it
You mold, you mold Yeah you shape to mold Oh you're bold you're bold But your shape is bold
You're a symptom superficial To what they call knowing you Minus the speed, Could you imagine the phobia?
Your brain is faulty wiring the reason for tiring Keep treating the curse, Imagine the worst Systematic, sympathetic Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic Your heart is prosthetic
A plate of quite peculiar On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather tickle me to the bone Give me recipes for happy with the chemicals gone Drinking freedom from a bottle to the tune of belong
I'm sick of shaking never waking from the hell I achieve I never knew you till you left me with the crying disease
Another curing, reassuring way to buckle the knees So mistreated, I repeated Never blessing your sneeze
Now deleted and defeated I will stand on my own Yeah your memory that punches me has broken the bone
Give me recipes for sorry I'm admitting I'm wrong Still your memory that punches me has broken the bone
