Drawing Connections

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Escape as an objective, a person as a criminal
We turn these things into persona when we label
Every word with its attachments like an email
As if life and memories were compressible

I've been processed and filed
I've been robbed of my smile
I've been so caught up in

Everything I said that wouldn't go through
You're so stubborn when you're angry
Everything I said you wouldn't listen to
You're so beautiful when you scream at me
Everything I said that ended up dead
With you on the floor

With you, with you
With you on the floor

Eternal as a concept, religion as reality
We turn these things into necessities
And every page becomes a binding chain
As if free will was consign-able

I've been processed and filed
I've been robbed of my smile
I've been so caught up in
(So caught up in you)


Everything that wouldn't go through
You're so stubborn when you're angry
Everything you wouldn't listen to
You're so beautiful when you scream at me
Everything that ended up dead with you on the floor

And everyone screaming for just one more

I've been on standby
I've been on call
I've been watching, waiting
For you to fall

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