The Cycle of MusicThe Cycle of MusicThe Cycle of Music
Once love and love music we're all my days And then I learned it could never be So I tried to lighten my mood I tried to push all the pain away So I listened to hardcore beats.
Once I got over all this The feelings were no more Finally free from the crushing love I rocked my music, always.
Unfortunately for me Boredom called for a music style change CAme back to the hardcore music And then to music of love So love came crashing back on me.
I am now on the ground Knocked down by the pain Of loving
No Self IdentityNo Self IdentityNo Self Identity
Like any raindrop but the first I feel like a copy falling down And I came to realize What I see in my eyes, (In the mirror) Is but a reflection of the others, Distorted reflection worse than reality.
Just like children at halloween I wear the society's masks I only try to copy Those I see around me, (Even ennemies) I'm but a reflection of the others, Distorted reflection worse than reality.
A brief stay...A brief stay...A brief stay...
Standing upon the doorstep, I push the door open. It opens with only a slight touch, Inviting me inside.
In this place I barely know, I walk slowly and silent.
Going to the bedroom, Where no one's sleeping. Not a sound in the house, Like untouched by mankind.
Under the sheets I slip, Ready for a good night's rest. A hard day's work wearing off, Sweet dreams in the dark.
In the morning I leave, Slilently, regretfully. Closing the door behind me, I thank you for this moment.
Feelings...Feelings…Feelings...
Angry… Angry about myself,
Thinking… Thinking about something,
Something… Something I don’t have, Something I don’t deserve, Something so pure and sweet, Something my contact would spoil, Something so beautiful I can’t let myself look at it, Something…
Fool! It’s no thing you’re babbling about, It’ s perfection like you’ve never seen,
Perfection… Perfection, yes! 'Cause even if she’s not perfect, Love make me see her that way,
Love… Love of a girl I never met,
Return To The GardenReturn To The Garden /// by: Marcus ManevalReturn To The Garden
A passing fad, a time I had. It's gone A forgotten muse, a tool with no use. It's dry
I think it's a phase, It will pass. But the days just blur, mocking me No morsel is left for this starving muse The birth of a life is the death of an era (my era)
(Chorus) Return me to the shadow I need to feel it's warmth surround me Return me to my shell
That vessel of my dark security
The real world, with it's lack of virtu
Lazy me...
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You'll hate life more than life hates you.
~Apophysis
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You'll hate life more than life hates you.
~Apophysis
-= 05' Year of the Cock, yea yea!! =-
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