i sit here staring blankly at this illuminescent screen that im not even sure exists
reminiscing about the days of contentment and bliss and how much i miss
finding bits and peices of myself scattered down the road now i sit in my humble abode
wondering where my mind has gone
it did not return to these mind created prison walls
it has brought me here so i may recover
while it roams free across the roads and onto the south bound train
every night these scheming dreams
this is where my life doth live
no longer in what we call waking life
iv'e lost many lives a couple ended under a train in a ditch and even with knives
how many lives i have found how much i wish i was southern bound
even in this winter weather
i know my heart is doing poor and i should be doing much better for myself
then sinking my broken peices in whiskey....top shelf to say the least
the beast will not be still
so much to say is still to say the least
i wish for love with every emotion i am
even if it be love for music or beaches of white sand
if i be a muscian a poet or just some rambling sham of human
i can feel the fire consuming
to be or not to be is not the question i ask
i keep my silence and bury words in my whiskey flask
so many remedial tasks at hand wash the dishes, make the bed, feed the cat
sitting around feeling my body and emotions grow tired and fat
with each routine of a day
the beast knaws my heart in my sleep
finding myself in fever dreams
on the train barefoot in a warm summer rain
how it grows cold at night
i am to tired to fight
i will not give up
i will make this life of mine right
yet i may find death again in some life giving breath
the life of the phoenix is the only life i know
reminiscing about the days of contentment and bliss and how much i miss
finding bits and peices of myself scattered down the road now i sit in my humble abode
wondering where my mind has gone
it did not return to these mind created prison walls
it has brought me here so i may recover
while it roams free across the roads and onto the south bound train
every night these scheming dreams
this is where my life doth live
no longer in what we call waking life
iv'e lost many lives a couple ended under a train in a ditch and even with knives
how many lives i have found how much i wish i was southern bound
even in this winter weather
i know my heart is doing poor and i should be doing much better for myself
then sinking my broken peices in whiskey....top shelf to say the least
the beast will not be still
so much to say is still to say the least
i wish for love with every emotion i am
even if it be love for music or beaches of white sand
if i be a muscian a poet or just some rambling sham of human
i can feel the fire consuming
to be or not to be is not the question i ask
i keep my silence and bury words in my whiskey flask
so many remedial tasks at hand wash the dishes, make the bed, feed the cat
sitting around feeling my body and emotions grow tired and fat
with each routine of a day
the beast knaws my heart in my sleep
finding myself in fever dreams
on the train barefoot in a warm summer rain
how it grows cold at night
i am to tired to fight
i will not give up
i will make this life of mine right
yet i may find death again in some life giving breath
the life of the phoenix is the only life i know
