T
The Great Stanley K
Guest
dial up an atmosphere
and ask for the dead air
it has a look trying to change
but still hard to breathe
static signals as I try to listen
the sky has a titanium soul this morning
as it is hard for me to see into it
can't see or hear anything
as the coldness of the ground
is mostly on my mind
personal displeasure over awakening
but what I am really missing?
the same environment my entire life
I haven't seen anything new
or the colours haven't taken power
I ask for something different
but wonder if my next home
will soon be in the background
beauty can't last forever
take a look at the world
a Woman at the edge of a cliff
screaming her rage at the sea
life in Nazi Germany
as the black flag of death drops on your head
running in circles
through the sewers of Paris
your life adjusts to each setting with time
with or without sanity
and then it makes you wonder why
you are stuck in an environment
thinking only about your next move
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO RUN IN CIRCLES
the world could show all of its beauty
to the face of a boy
but you would soon find him back
playing with his favorite toy
boredom equals death
as I find myslef not on the right subject
who really cares at this point?
or maybe this time in your life.
but believe me when I say
that the most interesting picture
this world has to offer
is a picture of the human face
-rougerum
and ask for the dead air
it has a look trying to change
but still hard to breathe
static signals as I try to listen
the sky has a titanium soul this morning
as it is hard for me to see into it
can't see or hear anything
as the coldness of the ground
is mostly on my mind
personal displeasure over awakening
but what I am really missing?
the same environment my entire life
I haven't seen anything new
or the colours haven't taken power
I ask for something different
but wonder if my next home
will soon be in the background
beauty can't last forever
take a look at the world
a Woman at the edge of a cliff
screaming her rage at the sea
life in Nazi Germany
as the black flag of death drops on your head
running in circles
through the sewers of Paris
your life adjusts to each setting with time
with or without sanity
and then it makes you wonder why
you are stuck in an environment
thinking only about your next move
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO RUN IN CIRCLES
the world could show all of its beauty
to the face of a boy
but you would soon find him back
playing with his favorite toy
boredom equals death
as I find myslef not on the right subject
who really cares at this point?
or maybe this time in your life.
but believe me when I say
that the most interesting picture
this world has to offer
is a picture of the human face
-rougerum