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| On a Journey... |
He was high on Poison. They didn't kill him, they took him on a ride, a long journey. Wandering in disdain, looking for a familiar yet solitary place. Here and there, reached nowhere. Probably he was running in circles. Well, at least the places were familiar and he ended up at the same place where he started.
I pined some words tonight
never have they abandoned me
craved in sincere misery or glee
I need them again tonight.
You might not understand them
maybe you don't know them
but they know you well
they understand you well
perhaps, even more than you
perhaps, even more than me
I pined some words tonight
worthless, voiceless not soulless
ageless, ruthless not lifeless
desolating me, define you and fail
You might not hear them cry
blame your soul, even soldiers cry
society, customs, religion and gold
blinded by lust, as if sun-rays of gold
definitely, sweeter than your revenge
definitely, stronger than my desires
I pined some words tonight
rapes, murders and money they abominate
resolved to awake you they readily circulate
happily will they guide you, every night.
I wrote these words tonight
still excited, perhaps i am tired
hoping you'll wake up soon
you ain't even sleeping you know
take these words, you need my niche
I'll survive, of discomfort no one dies.
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Playing in my head : 'Society' by Eddie Vedder
