Bacchus
The Fly
Feel the sunrise,
Sorrows overflowing
From this cup of swollen pride
Seen a world that?s glowing
Tearing up inside
Wasted away in it?s own solitude;
All fear and dread
For one who left behind
Say the names,
Say the names,
A voice over the radio
Walk the steps
Lift each stone
In search of your own vanity,
Lose yourself,
You can lose yourself
Oh, these beggars, thieves,
Children with no home
Find a place to settle down?
Crucified for wanting,
Needing contact?
Just wrote this after a bit of a wild dream, not really finished yet i guess!??
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"The inner-self is true self, the very essence of who I am. The impulse that drives the vessel. The motive and the reason." - peter j. koskela
Sorrows overflowing
From this cup of swollen pride
Seen a world that?s glowing
Tearing up inside
Wasted away in it?s own solitude;
All fear and dread
For one who left behind
Say the names,
Say the names,
A voice over the radio
Walk the steps
Lift each stone
In search of your own vanity,
Lose yourself,
You can lose yourself
Oh, these beggars, thieves,
Children with no home
Find a place to settle down?
Crucified for wanting,
Needing contact?
Just wrote this after a bit of a wild dream, not really finished yet i guess!??
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"The inner-self is true self, the very essence of who I am. The impulse that drives the vessel. The motive and the reason." - peter j. koskela