Underground_Network
September 21st, 2010, 05:47 PM
Take what you have and put it somewhere else
Maybe high up on the upper shelf, because the well
Is clogged with disconsolate disinterest
So turn your head and do what is best for this
Situation, turning stale with no avail
You curse the sky and wonder why.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
Vicissitude's got you in the mood
For a new desire to set the world on fire
But it's not required that you aspire
To bring an end to the situation grown dire,
You know what you've got and that's more than enough,
That's more than enough, you've got what it takes
To turn smooth to rough, but to graft truth that burns
Into lies cool to the touch.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
So sever ties with memorized lines from story books
With titles that have escaped your mind
You know the oil is not refined
But you put it in your tank cause you're desperate
For the time, you're desperate for the rhyme
That will make the words seem perfect for
Where they've been placed (up in your face)
So listen up before we fall apart.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
Vicissitude's got you in the mood
For a new desire to set the world on fire
But it's not required that you aspire
To bring an end to the situation grown dire,
You know what you've got and that's more than enough,
That's more than enough, you've got what it takes
To turn smooth to rough, but to graft truth that burns
Into lies cool to the touch.
Maybe high up on the upper shelf, because the well
Is clogged with disconsolate disinterest
So turn your head and do what is best for this
Situation, turning stale with no avail
You curse the sky and wonder why.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
Vicissitude's got you in the mood
For a new desire to set the world on fire
But it's not required that you aspire
To bring an end to the situation grown dire,
You know what you've got and that's more than enough,
That's more than enough, you've got what it takes
To turn smooth to rough, but to graft truth that burns
Into lies cool to the touch.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
So sever ties with memorized lines from story books
With titles that have escaped your mind
You know the oil is not refined
But you put it in your tank cause you're desperate
For the time, you're desperate for the rhyme
That will make the words seem perfect for
Where they've been placed (up in your face)
So listen up before we fall apart.
Turn your head and wonder where you are,
It's do or die and you won't get far
If you keep spinning tails without going hard
Into the storm that once absorbed your soul
And spit you out, empty, out of control (you know).
Vicissitude's got you in the mood
For a new desire to set the world on fire
But it's not required that you aspire
To bring an end to the situation grown dire,
You know what you've got and that's more than enough,
That's more than enough, you've got what it takes
To turn smooth to rough, but to graft truth that burns
Into lies cool to the touch.