Hypnotic
Running in place on the treadmill of life-
Paying my dues,then paying them twice-
Is this life?-
Is this unforeseen madness that of a humble wife?-
Where is the white picket fence,from whence I dreamed?-
Do dreams come true,or is it a superficial theme?-
My heartaches as images flash from my left screen-
my pen screams as blood flows from the tip-
Are we really reduced to getting paid by violating our hips?-
The laws are profound hypocrisy-
Yet the only one who feels the pain is me-
In the meantime,I mean time no harm-
As I stand in line with the others wondering what went wrong-
Flashing lights bring 808's and Heartbreak ,as I long for the day when I will get my big break-
Solidarity is a distant throw from the hills I stand upon,better yet it stands on me-
Pushing it's roots through my feet-
Coiling it'svenom through my veins-
Keeping me confined,driving me insane-
Counting back from 10,I come to again-
Awakened by the beat of a Lover's Drum-
His heart in my hands-
Then slowly we dance-
We move like feathers floating through time-
The salesmanship of a dream...is a dish so divine-
Paying my dues,then paying them twice-
Is this life?-
Is this unforeseen madness that of a humble wife?-
Where is the white picket fence,from whence I dreamed?-
Do dreams come true,or is it a superficial theme?-
My heartaches as images flash from my left screen-
my pen screams as blood flows from the tip-
Are we really reduced to getting paid by violating our hips?-
The laws are profound hypocrisy-
Yet the only one who feels the pain is me-
In the meantime,I mean time no harm-
As I stand in line with the others wondering what went wrong-
Flashing lights bring 808's and Heartbreak ,as I long for the day when I will get my big break-
Solidarity is a distant throw from the hills I stand upon,better yet it stands on me-
Pushing it's roots through my feet-
Coiling it'svenom through my veins-
Keeping me confined,driving me insane-
Counting back from 10,I come to again-
Awakened by the beat of a Lover's Drum-
His heart in my hands-
Then slowly we dance-
We move like feathers floating through time-
The salesmanship of a dream...is a dish so divine-
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