Exclaiming songs of despair, the unveiling questions of time. It tends to yield such a cryptic response, seldomly relinquish cumbrous thoughts.
Should such endeavor lie in vain? Indifference foil verity? Requital can come with much travail, conveying queries twice as abstruse.
Crank-up the dial relentlessly; lets make sure that the neighbors complain. While Strummer and the boys take the night away…
I know it's there.
Wounds this deep cannot lie.
Cleansing of the soul, it can wipe all these tears away.
If you just take a closer look.
In a world abundant with doubt, pessimism's our most trusted guide. To dwell in such reluctance only grows a man cold. Does aversion don a suiting result?
Though reclusion may appear complacent, one must accept more than mere tolerance. To embrace existence- laughs and turmoil- draw days less elongated.
Share a smoke, tell a joke, have smiles favor those who you love. This moment's for now and will never be broken…
I know it's there.
Wounds this deep cannot lie.
Cleansing of the soul, it can wipe all these tears away.
If you just take a closer look.
When it's elation that you want, but redemption's what you need. To posses the rapture, even for one second, can often mean everything.
Animate as the four winds blow. Nourishing as a mother's touch. It's the helpless child locked in the cellar; the incarnation inside all of us.
It's 4 AM, the crowd has passed, the scent of stale liquor lurks about. A juncture's worth is forever divergent…
I know it's there.
Wounds this deep cannot lie.
Cleansing of the soul, it can wipe all these tears away.
If you just take a closer look.