Monthly Archives: June 2012

Silent Screams

Maybe it’s time for lying

Dunno if it’s in me..

No more time for crying

Dunno if it’s in me..

Need more time for flying

Want that to be in me..

Feel like something’s dying

That for sure is in me.

If I stay here rot is setting in

Feeding up and ravishing

Silent screams for me begin

to block out everything..

Direction lost and eyes are blind

Body tired and my face lined

Why the hell can I not find

where I need to begin?

I know it’s time for breathing

Cannot find it in me..

I maybe should be leaving

Dunno if it’s in me..

A twisted web I’m weaving

Why the hell’s it in me?

Cannot shake the grieving

Now that for sure is in me.

I know the rot is setting in

Feeding up and ravishing

Silent screams for me begin

to block out everything..

Direction lost and eyes are blind

Body tired and my face lined

Why the hell can I not find

where I need to begin?

Why don’t you help me out here?

Dunno if it’s in you?

No more time left for this fear

Maybe it’s not in you..

Breaking point is very near

Don’t want that to be in you..

How can this be so unclear?

But so unclear for who?


Conspiraloon

My eyes are open but I can’t see

Anything that makes any sense to me

My ears are working but I just can’t hear

Anything but the thudding of my own fear

I can reach and touch but I just can’t feel

Anything that’s like what I believe is real

My mouth is open but I just can’t say

Anything that doesn’t make other people run away

(chorus)

Cuz I’m a conspiraloon

I don’t go out and party

Too busy fearing the illuminati

Yeh I’m a conspiraloon

I can’t just go out and have some fun

I need to find the truth about  9/11

Oh I’m a conspiraloon

If I go out I might fry

In what they’re dropping from the sky

Yeh I’m a conspiraloon

There are lizards on my back

And all my evidence is cack..

***

My thoughts are closed to any current affairs

I’m lost in the past, but I don’t wear flares

My mind won’t do politics and the like

I prefer to wear a silly mask and read David Icke

My eyes believe everything I see on the net

Unless it’s proven fact, but it’s a cover up I bet

And I must be right because so many others agree

In my online , worldwide community.

(rpt chorus)

My keyboard needs replacing every six months

I don’t see my friends now, they prefer to go get drunk

When they should be helping build the Utopia

That will appear when I open my curtains if I shake this agoraphobia!