I saw the world
prostrated, deferential, groveling at the feet of some exalted god that would never show itself.
Intent on their savior and on saving themselves,
self-serving slaves to an ethos they could never really be a part of.
who like mechanical machines woke with each rising sun to the offensive howling of an alarm and groped with perfunctory movements to silence it.
who stood beneath eye-opening torrents and thought they were washing away the weariness of sleep when really they were washing away themselves.
who with calculated perfectionism dressed in garments that scarcely concealed their youthful bodies and completely mask
With your face forever emblazoned on my mind
I'm searching, searching yet I cannot find
Something, anything to cut my heart from its binds
The ones you left when you walked away
Feigning love but disdaining to stay
I should have known better – said no when you asked me to play
Now look what I'm reduced to
Writing rhymes for someone like you
I guess this goodbye is long overdue
Still it's hard to find the right words
When several empty bottles, have made my speech slurred
This is not exactly the ending, I would have preferred
I saw the world
prostrated, deferential, groveling at the feet of some exalted god that would never show itself.
Intent on their savior and on saving themselves,
self-serving slaves to an ethos they could never really be a part of.
who like mechanical machines woke with each rising sun to the offensive howling of an alarm and groped with perfunctory movements to silence it.
who stood beneath eye-opening torrents and thought they were washing away the weariness of sleep when really they were washing away themselves.
who with calculated perfectionism dressed in garments that scarcely concealed their youthful bodies and completely mask
With your face forever emblazoned on my mind
I'm searching, searching yet I cannot find
Something, anything to cut my heart from its binds
The ones you left when you walked away
Feigning love but disdaining to stay
I should have known better – said no when you asked me to play
Now look what I'm reduced to
Writing rhymes for someone like you
I guess this goodbye is long overdue
Still it's hard to find the right words
When several empty bottles, have made my speech slurred
This is not exactly the ending, I would have preferred