Seeing Is Beliving Is Your Choice
I grasp for laughter - put my good foot forward and transfer
In hopes to make amends with what I don't know is disaster
But hope floats even faster when it's master is crying rivers
Prying from shivers - arrows quiver when I hit dying slivers
Of a body; more encased by the inside than the shell itself
Feeling released without knowing the escape of how I felt
Retrace the flowers smell - replace the luminosity of sunlight
Erase all you know for reality's an easy falsehood to come by
Lost and alone
I sit and wait for a vacancy
Toss me a bone
I'd live to stay if it stayed with me
Nothing is real in such a surreal picture with closed captions
I supposed it'd happen - whatever it was I suppose happened
I don't know these backbends of society, but I'm too civil to hate
And yet, if I'm rude, it'll all turn sour and I'm shriveled to grapes
Given a page or two, I could give you details that would all help
But limit my wages to half and I'm too short to reach the top shelf
All hell's breaking loose - confusing hearts as it confuses my mind
I've never converted a belief or a thought, but I'm losing this fight
I see it now
A realness that I'd never believe
But I believe it, wow
And I can't reject what I see
Even now I've wondered what my mother would think of my life
Sobriety, I've failed - drunkeness blinds without aid of fine wines
Portray the right mind, replay the right signs - memory deserves it
All this time the masked charades have show everything perfect
But the visions are worthless, perfect is a description of religion
Ask for the truth of life for death's the prescription we begin with
My family's existance is only portrayed in a photographic slumber
And I have been resting my head, but I'm still only hafl-way under...
...my imagination
Seeing is Believing. Believing is your choice.