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I can't change. There ain't no other way. So, make haste and make hay on a sun-shiny day. My rage, it'll never go away. It stays at bay, but just wait till you hear my new tape.
It's like I was breathing, you thought I was eating something, as if all my seething got crossed with believing I'm hungry.
It's a daze within a maze. It's a daydream in the vein of a sudden arrival of total alignment with all set in its place. But, I can't stay awake, and I've been down for days, and I've been trying to hold out to get something full out of a hollower world now for me.
It's like I was singing, you thought I was meaning something, forever repeating but never conceding my wandering through distant metaphors and unillumined little chords. You thought that I was speaking through the creaking of the boards, but long have I been reeling for the feeling of the Lord.
So, I don't have to worry about meaning anymore.
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