Underground_Network
February 26th, 2009, 08:32 PM
Its like a miracle
Except its something more,
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within...
It ain't a miracle,
Its something much, much worse,
It ain't a miracle,
Its a fucking curse!
It's pursuing life,
Like an angry fly
With one wing torn off
And a million eyes!
It can see the future,
It can see the past,
It can see the world
In an hourglass!
It counts down our minutes
Like they're something more
Than just sixty seconds...
Sessions with a dirty whore!
All we care about,
All we live without,
Isn't necessary
When we have no doubts...
With this certainty
We feel so alive,
Without anything,
We feel so deprived...
Its like a miracle,
Except its something more,
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within.
Its not a good thing,
Its a holocaust,
A million people dead
Seen through a fly's eyes!
And the fly lives,
While the people die,
And the fly lives,
While the world asks why?
Its rhetorical,
Its unanswerable,
Its a meaningless
Way of saying this...
Its like a miracle,
Except its something more
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within.
We're all gods inside,
And yet we're so deprived
We live a million lies
Yet we can't close our eyes (but the fly can)...
How do we sleep at night?
We are so terrible...
We are the terrorists
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles
Except we aren't bloomed,
We are the dead rose
With the prickly thorns!
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles...
We are hysterical...
And from the fly's eyes
It isn't anything,
Its just another day,
From the fly's eyes... (We aren't miracles, we aren't anything...)
Except its something more,
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within...
It ain't a miracle,
Its something much, much worse,
It ain't a miracle,
Its a fucking curse!
It's pursuing life,
Like an angry fly
With one wing torn off
And a million eyes!
It can see the future,
It can see the past,
It can see the world
In an hourglass!
It counts down our minutes
Like they're something more
Than just sixty seconds...
Sessions with a dirty whore!
All we care about,
All we live without,
Isn't necessary
When we have no doubts...
With this certainty
We feel so alive,
Without anything,
We feel so deprived...
Its like a miracle,
Except its something more,
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within.
Its not a good thing,
Its a holocaust,
A million people dead
Seen through a fly's eyes!
And the fly lives,
While the people die,
And the fly lives,
While the world asks why?
Its rhetorical,
Its unanswerable,
Its a meaningless
Way of saying this...
Its like a miracle,
Except its something more
Its straight from the core,
From the divine within.
We're all gods inside,
And yet we're so deprived
We live a million lies
Yet we can't close our eyes (but the fly can)...
How do we sleep at night?
We are so terrible...
We are the terrorists
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles
Except we aren't bloomed,
We are the dead rose
With the prickly thorns!
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles!
We are the miracles...
We are hysterical...
And from the fly's eyes
It isn't anything,
Its just another day,
From the fly's eyes... (We aren't miracles, we aren't anything...)