This is the changing of the seasons, like the on going arts....are we changing? are you changing? while we listen to the anger in your voice....this is the end, i rather change, we are the vision. we dont change, we just get worse, in the weather, IN THE WEATHER! This is the changing of the seasons, like the on going arts....are we changing? are you changing? while we listen to the voice of anger....
A old man sits in his chair as he spends another Day Thinking about the wars Thinking about his after life How he’s not scared He’s welcome But tired of living He wants to go To a better place
I see the bright side of things How about you?
MEMORY OF A DISTANT LAND:
Escape fate lined up to destroy us all and im acting like i know what im talking about
Life it's self is only a Vision, a dream, nothing exists only empty space and you... and you are but a thought.
BEYOND THE UNIVERSE:
I’m tired I’m worn out And no one knows Why would they know Im the “stoner” I have no voice I just keep on stridden Even tho it hurts Keep thinking More then any one I’m more free then all these cock suckers here .... So why did you ignore me Don’t you know I love you X2
Why would you know, why would any one know I don’t want any one to know this I’m just in another universe Feeling good Feeling bad This is such chaos And this is going to sound crazy But theres more THAT MEETS THE EYE Science covers nothing, I see to deep into everything
