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January 12, 2009
Lyric by: i220
Still Untitled - A WIP From The Upcoming Album Tentatively Titled S.A.L.A.G.I.A. by i220 & Speak Lexia
Look at this man about to commit.
So easy to forfeit -- more or less submit to,
His pitiful wishes --
Hypocritical mission.
While I legitimize my every decision.
Creation...
Leviathan...
Preceding chaos...
Can't visualize...
Traumatized...
The wire has been tossed out.
Needing more...
Needing...
Forever and every time.
Your prime plus one.
Climb all over.
Climb to the lowest.
Go and climb out of the nested,
Vested interest for the interested.
6.67 percent or more if you,
Would've persisted...
Resisted the urge to purge what you've listed,
As on the verge of a vast improvement.
En masse if you can prove what you meant,
But I doubt it...
Look at this woman about to commit.
So easy to forfeit -- more or less submit to,
Her pitiful wishes --
Hypocritical mission.
While I legitimize my every decision.
Envision...
A dog's prison.
Catalogue...
Division of volition.
I shun sympathy.
Simply...
Instinctively looking to those,
Who help themselves.
Composed of stronger,
No longer...
Fear mongering champions of soft.
I long to be stone --
Honed from the bones of the lofty.
I've known forever...
That I was never to shy from the lever,
But the endeavour is thankless.
Bound at the shank to a Panzer tank in a dank,
And musty place...
The human race has Grace but she's not,
A fair fighter. I might have gone quieter,
If she'd have ignited my flame earlier.
That pearl that he gave her was nothing but,
A good for nothing bribe.
Look at this child about to commit.
So easy to forfeit -- more or less submit to,
Such pitiful wishes --
Hypocritical mission.
While I legitimize my every decision.
While I labotomize with every incision.
Copyright 2008: Matthew Wilson.
Posted by i220 at January 12, 2009 08:33 AM