Friday, October 15, 2010

Vice & Strangness

The soul is simply empty when I refuse to write

The refuge of the mind is still a sinners plight

The sincere delight I take in my own anguish

Translates these thoughts into a carnal language

Unlike your ears, you can not gauge this

The flesh is a profound cage of vice & strangeness

This song is ageless and left on repeat

Because we believe what our eyes say

“We are just meat”

But if you let your soul speak

you will find another way

There is nothing new under the sun

this is just another day
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