In A State Of Nothingness
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 3:35 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBWqNHCb6XQ[/video]
What can portray simplicity, mix with it imagery
then quickly mix it with the state of timid leaves
raining upon winters scheme, and relying on vivid speech
if it leans, it tilts upon the proper domain, sickens me...
that beauty would hit the tree, and grow up torn down
sewn up in it's own doubt, and it's tears won't drought
zone out in a different aspect, everythin else is thrown out
as it regenerates, sprouts up you now reap what you sow now
expose clout, to protect what you percieved in stupidity
you lift the seed and see that you couldn't lose it's entity
you baby it as though your own, but forget whose kin it be
whose differently portrayed, but you love through energy
you smile, and douse it with the drops, once forgotten
and as it ages you become opposite, what runs off the limbs
becomes acknowledged as, what was once your own sponsorship
now...the minutes tick by year by year, growth is lost in bliss
and so is love, it contrives opposites, supplies anonymous
which now seems to underlie with yet another lie, accomplishment
your the only one who understands this but doesn't understand why
in your sad eyes, you recooperate asking yourself why does man fly?
why is life so damn ripe, yet so grown that its not planned right?
that's where the plant lies, as though reaching a new achievement
though these seeds sent, are not the seeds upon a neat breast
spoken upon on weed breath, these seeds portray what was once indecent
and are now abused just to appease...yes...they appease stress
once built upon, where feet lead up to old knobby knees, yet...
you may not understand until you look upon the tree once standin' so tall
torn down by man, because he thought she was demandin' from her own faults...
What can portray simplicity, mix with it imagery
then quickly mix it with the state of timid leaves
raining upon winters scheme, and relying on vivid speech
if it leans, it tilts upon the proper domain, sickens me...
that beauty would hit the tree, and grow up torn down
sewn up in it's own doubt, and it's tears won't drought
zone out in a different aspect, everythin else is thrown out
as it regenerates, sprouts up you now reap what you sow now
expose clout, to protect what you percieved in stupidity
you lift the seed and see that you couldn't lose it's entity
you baby it as though your own, but forget whose kin it be
whose differently portrayed, but you love through energy
you smile, and douse it with the drops, once forgotten
and as it ages you become opposite, what runs off the limbs
becomes acknowledged as, what was once your own sponsorship
now...the minutes tick by year by year, growth is lost in bliss
and so is love, it contrives opposites, supplies anonymous
which now seems to underlie with yet another lie, accomplishment
your the only one who understands this but doesn't understand why
in your sad eyes, you recooperate asking yourself why does man fly?
why is life so damn ripe, yet so grown that its not planned right?
that's where the plant lies, as though reaching a new achievement
though these seeds sent, are not the seeds upon a neat breast
spoken upon on weed breath, these seeds portray what was once indecent
and are now abused just to appease...yes...they appease stress
once built upon, where feet lead up to old knobby knees, yet...
you may not understand until you look upon the tree once standin' so tall
torn down by man, because he thought she was demandin' from her own faults...
