kids are into cutting; it's the new black
for some the manifestation of pain
is for others the need for attention
however all maintain this brings resolve:
nothing heals like blades on innnocent skin
but always remember: sunsets are free.
but always remember: sunsets are free;
answers merely elicit more questions-
a succession of meaningless chapters
with no plot other than killing off days
kill your heart: divorce, neglect, run from it;
perhaps there's need for healthier past times...
perhaps there's need for healthier past times
it seems insanity's in vogue this week...
she refuses to be beautiful while
i refuse to subscribe to smoke screen
arguments that dim loves luster with slimey lust
or to indulge in more anesthetic
or to indulge in more anesthetic-
the world is flat and all poetry dust
this beautifully cynical outlook
makes god revise the order of service
like epiphanies plagued by long mem'ry
at least there's honesty in ignorance
at least there's honesty in ignorance
paper crowns masquerading as knowledge;
freedom's slavery by another name...
misinterpreted message of autumn:
promise of something lost again coming,
how many more losses can this heart take?
how many more losses can this heart take?
in my faithlessness will you be faithful?
through my confession can you absolve me?
if i reach for the sky and it's not there
your lies unable to comfort me now
maybe the past doesnt hold all the answers...
maybe the past doesnt hold all the answers;
conversations spin on into darkness
like moonbeams illuminating granite
faces that find half the lies to be true:
even psychologists of the stars know
kids are into cutting... its the new black. |