Alright.
Wake up, it's time to smell the roses
Go take up, the ring, the light, the torch
And shake up, the scene, the ground, and as it all falls
Things break up, this fantasy life where we fight
Through...the illusion, through...the confusion, this adrenaline
Through this stupid life, know we're all just livin'
It's ain't all just empty words that I'm here spittin
It's all in this bullshit where we're dyin' or survivin'
There's so much that I really wanna tell you you know
But when my rhyme's not reason then reason's no more
Goin up high and crashing down low
It goes right round, through the ground and upside down
The cure for the sickness is the reason, the goal
When it feels like shit it's cuz there's no more ground down below
And if it kills me, a grand design, the fall from grace
To be locked out from freedom and be denied of my place
So I sign to the left, left to the might
Maybe if we go all out it'll all be alright
I know I can't speak for anyone else
But I know that you that we know and we'll show that it'll all be alright
It'll all be alright.
And the wind brought Clive @ 12:10 PM
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Monday, February 01, 2010 |
