The Dreamscapes Project

and the songs keep getting shorter same old words in just another order forty forgotten and bitter full force is leaning on the trigger and I hold nothing but my palm in my hand for she's a queen and I am only a man when along this timeline did misery become me please design a pill to disguise this discovery I hold nothing but my palm in my hand for she's a queen and I am only a man you're caustic cause nausea like Auschwitz we gotta stop this holocaust of options please pass the arsenic I'd rather cut losses than last past this interrogation of who caused this cause you're flawless and I'm spastic and I'm held scoreless to your fast hat trick I flung myself floorward which you found a bit drastic and if we could find this fight causeless it'd be just fantastic cause even nursery rhymes taught us words can't harm us like tree limbs and granite so there's no reason these wounds started bleeding just from me reading a simple sonnet you brought this onslaught upon us you must have a thought as how to get us off it and if this is not some sort of sick standardized testing I'm suggesting we start cheating seek the C answer circle keep repeating so we can keep dancing tangoed up and dreaming cheek to cheek and inwardly leaning cause ironically sometimes you find the more pressure we apply the less we stop bleeding forty forgotten and bitter full force is leaning on the trigger and I hold nothing but my palm in my hand for she's a queen and I am only a man when along this timeline did misery become me please design a pill to disguise this discovery I hold nothing but my palm in my hand for she's a queen and I am only a man waiting for the doors to close for an elevator I swear is going up but never does and if this is the penthouse I'm sorry but your lips had sold me another story and why do I keep repeating what I know seems like I'm mending more than reaping what I sow and I hold nothing but my palm in my hand for she's a queen and I am only a man