Nyyark Posted February 1, 2002 Report Posted February 1, 2002 Oh I want you, Cold landscape in the dead of winter Oh I want you, Hazy plain, all is withered Oh I want you, Still as death, clear and placid Oh I want you, Quiet Lake, with logical acid Oh I want you, Bleached Bones on a wind swept mountain Oh I want you, Cold and blue, free of habitation Oh I want you, Icy rock in the heart of space Oh I want you, My rationality, my escape You call to me, my black and white umbrella Why not shelter me, from this emotional tarantula It’s ensnaring me, like a crow in its web I can’t be free, I’m immobile, I’m dead. Oh, Go away, Go Away, GO AWAY! Oh I want you, Cold landscape in the dead of winter Oh I want you, Hazy plain, all is withered Oh I want you, Still as death, clear and placid Oh I want you, Quiet Lake, with logical acid Oh I want you, Bleached Bones on a wind swept mountain Oh I want you, Cold and blue, free of habitation Oh I want you, Icy rock in the heart of space Oh I want you, My rationality, my escape Why must I take this painful tirade It hurts so much, I must be unmade Stop tempting me, with the cold light of day. Leave me logic, oh rationality, you must go away Oh, Go Away, GO AWAY, AWAY! Oh rationality, just let me be. I can see, I’m alive emotionally. You’re death, and Oh I want you, But life is now what I must do Oh I want you, Cold landscape in the dead of winter Oh I want you, Hazy plain, all is withered Oh I want you, Still as death, clear and placid Oh I want you, Quiet Lake, with logical acid Oh I want you, Bleached Bones on a wind swept mountain Oh I want you, Cold and blue, free of habitation Oh I want you, Icy rock in the heart of space Oh I want you, My rationality, my escape That world is forsaken, you are not real. You must be mistaken, there can be no deal I understand, but you’re oh so sweet. Now I left you, and can handle defeat. Go away. Edited by: Nyyark at: 2/2/02 4:42:32 pm
Guest Minta Rose Posted February 2, 2002 Report Posted February 2, 2002 Rah! Rah! Rah! After all you can see their conclusions coming, a mile away--galls them no end when you can dance two steps and arrive.
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