Dust the gold off you fingers, mate.

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Lament of a Routinager

a product of 9th grade emo-liciousness

It's not too safe to swim with shark bait
as her words of wisdom permeate
my numskull enters a spell bound state,
and I realize why we have learned to hate
our inevitably dull and washed up fate.

Because some lifetimes in this world can go by
like a whisper of wind or a silent sigh
so carpe the jugular and forget about why
cause' you'll always regret what you never did try
and you'll also forget why you never did try
the ones who survive are the ones who aim aim high

and the lamenting routinagers just drenched in their woes
I'm also quite certain I don't want to be one of those
and the self righteous pity at the tip of your nose
poisons the body straight down to your toes
and now your bitterly reaping the seeds that you sow
bitterly reaping the seeds that you sow.

Because some lifetimes in this world can go by
like a whisper of wind of a silent sigh
so take many chances before it's too late
because the life that you live is the one you create
and a life that you love is a life you don't waste
and the life that you waste is the life that you hate
the life that you hate is the life you might take
and a life that is taken
is a life that's forsaken

I see some silent sighs just passing me by
some muffled lies just passing me by
some feeble tries just passing me by
some desperate cries just passing me by
then somebody tries
to fly and then dies
and we all just get by
and wonder a little why

cause' the life you forsake is the life that you take
the life that you take is the life that you hate
the life that you hate is the life that you waste
the life that you waste is the life you create
so take many chances before it's too late
cause' the world we create will control our own fate.






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