Lower Casings; you speak in a low tone FT. Baron
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Baron
Lower your anchor, Let the wild dreams free
Run wild like pack of wolves howling with the breeze
Flowing along the bushes, a vivid figure of me
Lullabies of tarnished wishes frail to a mind vacant to see
“Oh Mister Jones, how can I ever be forgiven?
-Run away georgy boy and always remain hidden.”
See what do I see? A pale image from the TV
Rain pouring onto the ceiling that covers my infidelity
Manacled onto a poor trash bin for my year savings
Blading my own thoughts that run dry from my cravings
Ice creamed hailing, fall into mirrored tractions
Contract to react with a burden message to send
Bending my own words backwards to reverse actions
Left in satisfaction for a little man my age to comprehend
I lead a perfect shading of life in a hole
Dark plots with shot clouds, leave me in the cold
Shoulder chip the rest of my fellow mates behind
Satan bargained to wine and dine for a feast of mine
So I shine in recline to define my mirrored self
Peak through the cracked seal, to feel the warm shelf
These emotions that I feel, corner me into a shell
Rolled up my dinner soul, for the dinner rolls to set sail
Show and tell, rail my tracked emotions thin and flat
To touch level with the heart rate, I was left with in the past
“Oh Misses Jones, how could I ever go back home?
-Just turn the other way, trust me its better all alone.”
Why do I always get put down?
Am I not important to anyone who roams free in this town?
What is the reason for this? Tell me the truth
And the truth be told son… “Is that they can’t see you”
This be held, the terrain of broken dreams
Where loud screams and wild dreams all fall to ones feet
Tell me no more, this I cannot bare
The soul feet I wonder with has no ground to spare
The sight of me fading decays on the fall of May…
So let the problems solve their own, come what may…
(Georgy Boy)
Mirror my emotions to see what I mis-take
Too late, I’ve evolved to a creator, a much greater mistake
Bleed on the paper noose, the bad news for others to read
In need of more info?-
…………………… Just turn around like you always did to me
I step closer to Satan as he cleanses my behavior
Turning my white eyes to black to show Satan was my savior
Jesus wept…REALLY? For what reason people ask…
And I simply reply…
……………”Because he solemnly couldn’t stand the task he was given to have.”
Bottoms up my friend, he whispers into my ear when I sleep
Tearing down all my surrounds; I wake... For it was all just a dream