Underground_Network
August 9th, 2010, 10:32 AM
Is it just a spoonful of the medicine
You refused to take last night
That's spilled onto the ground?
Or is it something more?
The stain is red and I can't tell
If it's your fault, I can't tell,
I can't tell, it's just as well
That I can't tell!
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Look right in front of you,
What do you see? You see nothing
But honeydew, it's not sweet
It's sour, overripe, like your heart
At night when I stand over you and I
Hover near with a knife in my hand,
Other hand clutched to my chest like I'm torn.
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
If I explode right in front of your eyes
Into a million little drops of diluted cyanide
Would you call me a poison or would
You close your eyes and cry
I can't tell whether you are still alive,
You're afraid for your life, but you wish
That you could die.
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Is it an image of a scrimmage
Between the Holy figure that lives
In your mind and leaves when you
Ache to pull the trigger,
You don't know who you are
You can't stand and deliver,
You're weaker than before
And here you are, a sliver (of your former self).
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Do you see anything,
Or nothing at all?
You refused to take last night
That's spilled onto the ground?
Or is it something more?
The stain is red and I can't tell
If it's your fault, I can't tell,
I can't tell, it's just as well
That I can't tell!
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Look right in front of you,
What do you see? You see nothing
But honeydew, it's not sweet
It's sour, overripe, like your heart
At night when I stand over you and I
Hover near with a knife in my hand,
Other hand clutched to my chest like I'm torn.
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
If I explode right in front of your eyes
Into a million little drops of diluted cyanide
Would you call me a poison or would
You close your eyes and cry
I can't tell whether you are still alive,
You're afraid for your life, but you wish
That you could die.
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Is it an image of a scrimmage
Between the Holy figure that lives
In your mind and leaves when you
Ache to pull the trigger,
You don't know who you are
You can't stand and deliver,
You're weaker than before
And here you are, a sliver (of your former self).
And if you think you're somebody else
You're deceiving yourself
You're grounded in Hell and baby
It's just as well, but things aren't
The way you want them to be,
So explain to me what you think,
What you see, right now.
Do you see anything,
Or nothing at all?