intrumental
i am the poet, who never wants it.
like a hollow brain bullet, straight through the head i never miss you….
Within the dark communion of self- awareness,
there lies a void called ego
an endless fusion of stillness and chaos,
to bring its death can bring rebirth,
i want to freeze the time,
dissolve in to gray
disintegrate the line,
as we disintergrate-
let the rain come down let the solitude surround
i want to change the lines,
dissolve in to gray
and purify the divide,
as we disintergrate-
are we ever free or slaves to technology?
outside the falling walls of pride and prejudice,
there is a voice that speaks in circles,
and the illusions still fall before us,
there is no future so profess your pain.
i want to freeze the time,
dissolve in to gray
disintergrate the line
as we disintergrate-
let the rain come down let the solitude surround
i want to change the lines,
dissolve in to gray
and purify the divide,
as we disintegrate-
are we ever free or slaves to technology?
instrumental