This monster is raveneous and vicious
it basks in the smell of open flesh
Wounds bleed and heads are jerked in suspiscion
I devour my spirit until there is nothing left.
Is it possible to eat a human soul alive
Is it possible to live without the fear I will die
If we worry about the past are we even alive at all
Or re-living moments that would eventually lead to my downfall
We can be the greatest storytellers in our minds
Make up all kinds of pretty shapes and designs
Simply to justify the reason that we feel the way we do
and to put the blame for my unhappiness right upon you
It is my choice to be unhappy
It is my choice to be free
I can consider this hand crappy
Or I can open my eyes and see
I am the paint and my goal is to make art
You can't paint a picture if you don't know where to start
You can't have desire without will
I can't make moves if my mind is standing still
If I think therefore I am
If I dance then I no longer just stand
I don't want to smell of stagnent fish ponds
I will make my flight not too soon before long
I can see the present now instead of a memory
I won't let my past live through me.
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