08-05-2003, 01:00 PM
The sky must be falling, I'm starting to write songs again.
Wrote this a couple hours ago. Didn't take me too long.
"Heart in Hand"
Freedom like the dead, as if I don't know what I've said,
Being dragged behind the chariot just to live the life I've led,
This prenumbra of belief, fear as you pull me from my sheath,
Free subjugated, discombobulated mind that must be me.
You've come to free me from this hell, destroy this ethereal cell,
You've come to build the man that had been me who'd crawled back in his shell,
You've come to clear the blood-stained snow, open my closed eyes and show
Me what it really means to bleed and what it really means to glow.
Is this - what it's like - to feel,
Cause I can't - seem to see - what's real,
Is this - what it's like - to pray,
Cause I can't - seem to wake - everyday.
Feelings full of dread, as I look down at the bed,
Feel the rythm being lost in me, the blood that's being spent,
See the pen and paper there, words that stab right to my soul,
See the smoke rise from my hand, feel the void that fills my whole,
You've come to free me from this hell, destroy this ethereal cell,
You've come to build the man that had been me who'd crawled back in his shell,
You've come to clear the blood-stained snow, open my closed eyes and show -
Me what it really means to bleed and what it really means to glow.
Is this - what it's like - to feel,
Cause I can't - seem to see - what's real,
Is this - what it's like - to pray,
Cause I can't - seem to wake - everyday.
Is this - what it's like - to bleed,
Cause I think - I now know - what I need,
I know what it's like to bleed,
So don't leave. Please don't leave.
Wrote this a couple hours ago. Didn't take me too long.
"Heart in Hand"
Freedom like the dead, as if I don't know what I've said,
Being dragged behind the chariot just to live the life I've led,
This prenumbra of belief, fear as you pull me from my sheath,
Free subjugated, discombobulated mind that must be me.
You've come to free me from this hell, destroy this ethereal cell,
You've come to build the man that had been me who'd crawled back in his shell,
You've come to clear the blood-stained snow, open my closed eyes and show
Me what it really means to bleed and what it really means to glow.
Is this - what it's like - to feel,
Cause I can't - seem to see - what's real,
Is this - what it's like - to pray,
Cause I can't - seem to wake - everyday.
Feelings full of dread, as I look down at the bed,
Feel the rythm being lost in me, the blood that's being spent,
See the pen and paper there, words that stab right to my soul,
See the smoke rise from my hand, feel the void that fills my whole,
You've come to free me from this hell, destroy this ethereal cell,
You've come to build the man that had been me who'd crawled back in his shell,
You've come to clear the blood-stained snow, open my closed eyes and show -
Me what it really means to bleed and what it really means to glow.
Is this - what it's like - to feel,
Cause I can't - seem to see - what's real,
Is this - what it's like - to pray,
Cause I can't - seem to wake - everyday.
Is this - what it's like - to bleed,
Cause I think - I now know - what I need,
I know what it's like to bleed,
So don't leave. Please don't leave.