August 16, 2012

• The "ON"

  the "on"

  was never truly on

  there's no meaning left for man

  only residues on their hands

  of what they could have done

  and what they're running from

   

  the sun

  is a prisoner to a foggy sea

  like the truth that's unknown to me

  an illusion's simple stun

   

  I see a light

  but i'm in the dark

   

  I see a light 

  and i'm in the dark

   

  the "on"

  self destruct the knuckle debonair

  bipolar cycled symbol silent nightmare

  a delusional selfish son

  solitary century severed tongues

  rebel thunder under cosmic kingdoms

   

  i see a light

  but i'm in the dark

   

  I see a light 

  and i'm in the dark

   

  when did my youth

  become these fragments of grief

  what is happening to me?

  what is happening to me?

   

  and there in this beat 

  is why we hunger and bleed

  let this happen to me

  let this happen to me

   

  when did my youth

  become these fragments of grief

  what is happening to me?

  what is happening to me?

   

  i see a light

  but i'm in the dark 

   

  I see a light 

  but i'm in the ON

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