Behind the Lens
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In Order
Fractured
Mariah
Tim
Quo
I've always wanted to see, but behind the lens...
behind the lens my life is condemned
no further a blur, but floats within sense
and what if the lens brought me death
showed me something, but stole my breath
does happiness exist or is this life's best?
behind the lens is a true human
being the best he can to woman.
truth is he can't be the gentlemen
he wishes to be because he's sin
within a world of nightmare living'
just like her, he's also unforgiven
so he thinks to himself...
behind the lens.
I've always wanted to see, but behind the lens...
behind the lens - I try my defense
in hopes to stretch across the universal
hopes of an interpersonal fence.
I pause and look into the clause of
murder and herd love into a commercial mirage
behind the lens? I'm completely upset
for I know I'll regret living in suspense
with a sustained reason to tuck lame
treason into a chest and lock in a beacon
of light in the sky - away from the heathens
I've always wanted to see, but behind the lens...
behind the lens
Allusive movements fumbled inside a home
Escaped the turning sand pillar of blessed oath
Aerial souls in the air waiting for patient eyes
Songs of sky less heavens painted nice
temperature rises a phoenix with spiritual guidance
colored in colors that dissolve my own silence
Study my psychopathic regions till I suffocate
Sincere apologies sent into golden crushed plates.
I've always wanted to see, but behind the lens...
behind the lens the fog disappears
for once my eyesight becomes clear
often time's I’ve tried to see
but lost myself with relative ease
do i exist or is this all a dream ?
behind the lens my visions crept in
conceptions showed my past transgressions
as my head lifts into the heavens
tried to find myself but merely left him
is this real or are we simply guessing ?
i wonder....
behind the lense i'm always blind, struggling to see
where does it begin ? i try to find a path to the beat
of life that we trapped within,but its so dimly lit for me
i stumble to the end, is this really destiny ?
or fate, a twisted chance of hand, a path i haven't taken yet
should i live to take a stand or fall back with great regret
i squint so hard but the lense just won't let me see the next step
It's not as beautiful behind the lens.