You will never be the one who satisfies me
Will I ever be the person who wakes me
The Magik is working so I will be gone soon
Into the arms of the great madness
Love is a distraction from our sorrow
I never got side tracked by that
Oh how I tried to die in the arms of another
But the music wakes me and takes me from under the covers
Into the coldness of my being
Covered in bugs and the filter of drugs
Trying to pretend I'm dizzy or just too busy to see
The me that is still alive inside here somewhere
Will I ever be the person who wakes me
You see the bitch won't shut up
Another poem another song another unfinished painting
I hate the world and love my dreams
I only want to see the people who live inside me
Alive and free like a bum with a drum
Women are so pretty and young
Some of us have found ourselves intelligent and curious
You followed me to the end of the world to tell my story
I've always thought yours was quite boring
Especially now that I've decided to worship the Golden Cow
Soon I'll be gone
Lost to all those who think they know my story
I'm wild as the constellations
As peaceful as meditation
As the night turns to day
Will I ever have the skill to live how I feel
To reveal my great truths in a poem
In this world we are all married
Daughter's of the Stars which seem so far
Most dream this is the ending
Who ever gets so lucky they see the pain they live in die
I want to disconnect from the love I know
Like some romantic suicide
This couldn't be right
Besides who's ever meet a Prince that's Charming
Live from planet Riot...I do this as you lay dreaming.
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