Textures Laments Of An Icarus

Now it?s always been a riddle

Misanthrope, you always pursued a valid reason

You know, to be wrong with a reason ? You are what you are

But your ever present subliminal self bends the black ? You sleep so tight

but dreamless ? Facing forward ? Dawn?s edge, the supplement to destiny?s ender

You smother all the words you have never said, with a mouth filled with empathy

Words can be an enemy ? you can never say you?re sorry ?cause you?re a pretender

Unpretend ? Fall from grace ? unconcealed ? Just a phase ? Summer?s bruise ? Turn a wrench

Bottled thoughts ? Blind eye stare ? Look out of the window

You stare in the face of a widow ? Drink up, like a lover ? You recreate all that?s over

The turn of the tide ? You?re used up ? Just take it like a man, All you must do is confess

The truth is a knife ? You are but one ? One Straight answer



What is it? Sculpture of an obsession ? A sound so profound it sings you back to hell ? The system?s architecture

frames the antidote?s gift ? Winter ? summer cycle moves erratic, follow me Aphrodite

Faithless ? The one broken ? The one who can bend a spoon with his will ? Bow down ? Here?s my antidote

Priceless honest reaction (come on, come on) Take it, take it, more

Just another day in the rain, and a sure shot inside the game ? Walk the dead man directly to his grave

Without mourning, without nothing ? Be the same

Divide by numbers, all uncovered

Narrowed down from three to none my brother

And the nearest beacon cries ?I?m sober?

But the truth remain unspoken

Cynic without anger

And a lover without passion

And a fighter with a complex

Worship your own cancer

And a lesson without meaning

It a lesson for the feeble

Branded by all-in-one frights

Antagonist, become my downfall

I?m just a man and I can?t grasp it all


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