They want you where they've got you.
They've got you right where they want you.
Well-wishers lining ramparts, with their plastic grins.
It's a carnival to your sideline--
Jumpers, dazzlers, many-faced freelancers,
Telling you one road's better than the other.
It's a complicated, twisted thing--
It's without sense, impossibly deep, dark, winding--
Nobody warned you.
Nobody said a thing. They just knew you'd find out.
It's a terrible room, a terrible castle,
A terrible world for a terrible life.
Concrete replaced by air, and all the trappings beckon you.
Everything is here! Everything is here for you!
Well, they'll trade in
I never danced with you.
Shadows, corners, and words unspoken--
We broke rank and hid ourselves from one another,
More times than I can count.
There was a method to this madness,
Cold and broken though it could often be.
Well, it's not what you're looking for
And I can see that now.
You've got your castle, you've got your dreams
I've got my memories, and you won't share them.
I guess I could say that I'm sorry...
I could say it, and I'd mean it, but I won't.
I won't.
Was there a moment when you understood--
Looking at me with your wide smile,
Wide eyes, small gestures--
A moment where you saw me and saw everything?
I'm
It slips in through your ear,
And it's subtle like a breath.
The rhyme's the same as the reason, you see.
Love songs brought us to this cold dark place,
Ducking in and out from the staves of our hearts.
Well, you choose to dream in color,
'Cause you always do what turns you on.
I'd play hop-scotch in this hell we made,
Coloring within the thin white lines,
And I'd not say a word.
But it's getting cold in here,
Those faint lines blur, the sense leaves us,
And I am left adrift.
Nobody said it would be easy.
They didn't, because I knew it would be agony.
Keep singing, keep singing,
Keep singing, keep singing,
The curtain's your
Beautifully driven, Well-played melodies
Reminding me, in between crescendos,
That I am surely not a saint...
'Stead just as flawed as ever.
Nod, weave, wander on,
My memory will fade in time.
You'll not remember my face,
And I hesitate to ask about it.
Who's lying now!
Raindrop-kisses, nonsense serenades..
Keep up, keep pace, don't let go...
I keep crying, all the time.
But...
But there's this place,
Inside of a pocket from another year,
That says so many things.
This little autumn corner,
It's a happy little haven, I remember it all right,
Because it says that you and I...
We Knew how to laugh back then.
They want you where they've got you.
They've got you right where they want you.
Well-wishers lining ramparts, with their plastic grins.
It's a carnival to your sideline--
Jumpers, dazzlers, many-faced freelancers,
Telling you one road's better than the other.
It's a complicated, twisted thing--
It's without sense, impossibly deep, dark, winding--
Nobody warned you.
Nobody said a thing. They just knew you'd find out.
It's a terrible room, a terrible castle,
A terrible world for a terrible life.
Concrete replaced by air, and all the trappings beckon you.
Everything is here! Everything is here for you!
Well, they'll trade in
I never danced with you.
Shadows, corners, and words unspoken--
We broke rank and hid ourselves from one another,
More times than I can count.
There was a method to this madness,
Cold and broken though it could often be.
Well, it's not what you're looking for
And I can see that now.
You've got your castle, you've got your dreams
I've got my memories, and you won't share them.
I guess I could say that I'm sorry...
I could say it, and I'd mean it, but I won't.
I won't.
Was there a moment when you understood--
Looking at me with your wide smile,
Wide eyes, small gestures--
A moment where you saw me and saw everything?
I'm
It slips in through your ear,
And it's subtle like a breath.
The rhyme's the same as the reason, you see.
Love songs brought us to this cold dark place,
Ducking in and out from the staves of our hearts.
Well, you choose to dream in color,
'Cause you always do what turns you on.
I'd play hop-scotch in this hell we made,
Coloring within the thin white lines,
And I'd not say a word.
But it's getting cold in here,
Those faint lines blur, the sense leaves us,
And I am left adrift.
Nobody said it would be easy.
They didn't, because I knew it would be agony.
Keep singing, keep singing,
Keep singing, keep singing,
The curtain's your
Beautifully driven, Well-played melodies
Reminding me, in between crescendos,
That I am surely not a saint...
'Stead just as flawed as ever.
Nod, weave, wander on,
My memory will fade in time.
You'll not remember my face,
And I hesitate to ask about it.
Who's lying now!
Raindrop-kisses, nonsense serenades..
Keep up, keep pace, don't let go...
I keep crying, all the time.
But...
But there's this place,
Inside of a pocket from another year,
That says so many things.
This little autumn corner,
It's a happy little haven, I remember it all right,
Because it says that you and I...
We Knew how to laugh back then.
I am an avid fan of many different kinds of art. My one true passion is writing, in all its forms. Lately, I focus primarily on poetry; but I'm working (slowly but surely) on a full-length novel. I'm a huge comic book fan; One of my deepest wishes is to find a talented artist on here to collaborate with, and create a comic book series for publication. ;) (I've wanted to break into the industry since I was eight... =)) I do my best to be a very kind and thoughtful person, and meeting new people is something I very much enjoy. Please, introduce yourself, and feel free to leave feedback on my various works... it's *always* appreciated. =)
Current Residence: New York State Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock / Electronica Favourite style of art: I enjoy multiple styles-- everything from Manga to gritty noir-type presentations. Operating System: Vista x64 Personal Quote: Better to live one day as a lion, than a hundred years as sheep.
Favourite Visual Artist
Mark Bagley, Shane Davis
Favourite Movies
Kick-Ass
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Klayton
Favourite Writers
Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Clive Barker, John Green
Tools of the Trade
My own cracked-up mind, and whatever I friggin' need at the time :p