Saturday, January 4, 2014

Coast

What if im just plain crazy 
not sane crazy
The world makes sense less today
Still here anyway

A pound of people 
Ground of people
No hope for the masses
Hiding underneath stern glasses

Glasses of a man tutting in their ears
Feeding all their fears
Until every last question disappears
Heavy glasses of a man tutting in their ears
Feeding all the fears
And they coast in low gear

Steady walk towards the grave
Just too plain tired to misbehave
Easier on a leash than
Being the guy out fighting power on the streets

Did i swallow the madness or did the madness swallow me? 
Do you play with madness or does the madness play with he?

What if im just plain crazy 
not sane crazy
The world makes sense less today
Pushing on anyway

Wallets got green lining while youre lying
Face down in the gutterball
So they just dont look down at all
Cant see a problem no more 

When the abyss stares into you, does it see you or just the abyss inside you? Maybe its not an abyss that youre staring down at all...






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