In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(Walking on broken glass, treading near a snake, these are the things that are not there but they could be)
There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out
(The woman beacons you to come, to fulfill your desires, but the wolf is in sheeps clothing, and her teeth just feasted on your grandmother)
Steer away from these rocks
We'd be a walking disaster
Don't reach out, don't reach out
Don't reach out, don't reach out
(Dont follow the beast into oblivion, the hearts of many depend on your feet staying safe of the path next to the stream of life.)
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's someone on your shoulder
There's someone on your shoulder
(You know that something is behind you, don’t be tempted to look or you may miss that which is right in front of you)
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's someone on your shoulder
There's someone on your shoulder
(There is always something besting you, to doubt that is to instill arrogance and deceit for yourself and all that you cherish)
There there!
(It’s been a pleasure)
Why so green and lonely?
And lonely
And lonely
Heaven sent you to me
(Mother gives many gifts, all of which are denied by the blind eyes of mankind. The skies can open up and shed a million tears upon you, and you hate it for its compassion.)
To me
To me
(We are here, we are lost and we are found, but are we ever truly alive?)
We are accidents
Waiting, waiting to happen
We are accidents
Waiting, waiting to happen
(Man destroys that which is most cherished, it’s just a matter of time before the balance will be restored)
Monday, July 7, 2008
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