Lozi
09-22-2004, 11:19 PM
hello josie, welcome to this thread. lol. salutations all ye other earthlings that bear brains. to those who don't....peace be with you my friend.
i think a rendition of this rock tyoon will pacifiy or confuse some of your minds...enjoy...laff...or cry...whichever is good.
Crucify this Mindbrace
Crucify this Mindbrace
Millions of people that i want to see,
Too many places i'm longing to be,
How can you scream unevitable cry,
When you only feel numb, you're contented to sigh.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mindbrace.
Whining, arch stairway, has clustered me home,
But i'm waiting and watching the phone.
Pick up, pick up, let me hear your voice crack,
Where there's laughter to follow and no turning back.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mind brace.
Conference instead of this open air scream,
The fire ate the shadows of your football team,
A day only lasts and passes through the chair,
When you look in the mirror and see you're not there.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mind brace.
poetry is an art isn't it?....
i think a rendition of this rock tyoon will pacifiy or confuse some of your minds...enjoy...laff...or cry...whichever is good.
Crucify this Mindbrace
Crucify this Mindbrace
Millions of people that i want to see,
Too many places i'm longing to be,
How can you scream unevitable cry,
When you only feel numb, you're contented to sigh.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mindbrace.
Whining, arch stairway, has clustered me home,
But i'm waiting and watching the phone.
Pick up, pick up, let me hear your voice crack,
Where there's laughter to follow and no turning back.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mind brace.
Conference instead of this open air scream,
The fire ate the shadows of your football team,
A day only lasts and passes through the chair,
When you look in the mirror and see you're not there.
And at the end of time, i am going to die today.
Crucify this mind brace.
poetry is an art isn't it?....