lyrically inclined
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:10 am
my emotions are dead havent felt shit for years
alive i cant quit or feel the drip of tears
in twisted mirrors i see what it is i could of been
but thats the past and it is now an i should of then
would i blend in this world grey in black an white
or end up a distored image reflected after nights
i've captured spite in the empty cold palms i have
had a horrible childhood but should i blame mom an dad
the wrong of man has troubled my thoughts and ideals
lots of people are fakes i wonder if theyll try real?
if my zeal takes the back burner would i survive
cause these words are my life i cant swerve the tides
you heard it right Modern's mind is a jungle of vines
i try to keep up with the pace but i stumble at times
i trouble my mind with the worries of man's wrongs
but even if my feet are battered an bruised i'll stand strong
alive i cant quit or feel the drip of tears
in twisted mirrors i see what it is i could of been
but thats the past and it is now an i should of then
would i blend in this world grey in black an white
or end up a distored image reflected after nights
i've captured spite in the empty cold palms i have
had a horrible childhood but should i blame mom an dad
the wrong of man has troubled my thoughts and ideals
lots of people are fakes i wonder if theyll try real?
if my zeal takes the back burner would i survive
cause these words are my life i cant swerve the tides
you heard it right Modern's mind is a jungle of vines
i try to keep up with the pace but i stumble at times
i trouble my mind with the worries of man's wrongs
but even if my feet are battered an bruised i'll stand strong