Simple wonder

You are the image of a mad mans mind
So damn diluted from your own disguise
All that you ever did
is all that they wanted
You drown your voice in a pocket full of dreams
What’s the point if the voice can’t scream
Fearing what has begun
You slowly slip away into the setting sun

Is it any a wonder why you lie
You seem to be sucking the life from me
It’s the truth not the lies that won’t let you go
You fear the world and it’s starting to show

The fornicators are the method mans pride
This simple game, is probably never going to die
Blinded by threaded eyes
It’s a social disaster
Get up, get out, you really gotta get
Your own style and self respect
Living for all its worth
But you’ll never know the pain
because you don’t know how to hurt

Is it any a wonder…

Do you wonder why?
Is it you? Is it me?
Simple do you wonder
What could have been will never be,
Blame it on society
Broken thoughts locked in time
Can you feel the anger?
Guilty of an empty mind

And yes the maker molds,
And what he makes i know
Do you see what i can see
Inside my head

Is it any a wonder…

Its the voices!
who what where when why and how
Its the voices inside
Its the voices inside my head

I see you’re empty
When i look in your eyes
I would help you if you tried
You piece of shit
A piece of plastic
molded by the maker
There’s no one faker than you
You hypocrite

(Hmm. The lack of sleep is getting to me)

3 thoughts on “Simple wonder

  1. and from our duality of insomnia vs. anti-sleeping, is the birthing of the first somewhat poem of justin. i’m not only delirius from the 32 hours that i have been awake, but because i also am getting fuzzy vision trying to read that. it absorbed. it was understood. =D don’t forget the commies. take em all to hell. o_0

    #1 | Comment by eve — July 7, 2002 @ 5:01 pm

  2. it’s about britney spears. =D

    oh boy. my tummy hurts. too much drinking of the sprite and the jones. omigosh. not good. and ruffles. omigod. the cheese. the cheddar.

    lack of sleep. oh and first person to identify. waht. ouch. who. okay. delirius. going to bed now. canadian songter. s. avril. mm. sweet ass.

    zzzzzzzzzzzz

    #2 | Comment by Justin — July 7, 2002 @ 6:09 pm

  3. i hope you’re still sleeping dipnoodle, you hit the brain dead state of no return last night, didn’t you?

    #3 | Comment by eve — July 8, 2002 @ 7:21 am

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