Nothing can stop us

I can feel you dreamin' of me

Name:
Location: Detroit, Michigan, United States

I never much liked the flaps over zippers, needles, ovens, lawn mowers, or swimming. I love my Les Paul, and every song I've written with or without it.

23 June 2011

The Accident

Listen, here lies the body I should have died in
It's cold and covered in sweat
I swear I never knew I'd meet the hospital
She was just a foot in front
His feet felt heavy in the heat
He was speeding

And now

Please let me decide
Fever's not the enemy
I fight not only death, but life
Don't stay by my side
I've heard the word of God
And he's died
So why'd you slave to save my life...
You, His understudy

Now

Never in my life have I seen such pity
Such fury
In the eyes of dreamers
You'd wonder who'd blame the doctor
In the case of strangulation
It's been done in years past
So why rehash old demons
This bread denied merely tastes of grandmother's ashes

Over her body
She stares
Says, "You, yea, you're just like a saint"
I don't care
Ha, you'd swear I am capable of great things

I've wanted to love her
An escapade undercover

Karamazov plays somewhere across the street
Determines my fate;
Expectations to meet
"Theatre...or you don't love me"
An imitation of what you used to be?

Ahhhhhhhh!

There too will come a time when
You! will never see the light
You! will never see the dawn again

If my heart stopped at 80,
Would you shatter my ribcage to save me?
These vaccine victories are fleeting

Not every body is a dying soldier
Fighting for his life
His country more
Ah, I've fought my war

Bayonets and bandages to repair the damages
Burning portraits to rekill the dead
Ungrateful; hateful for a blessed gift
Such is man alive
What becomes of humanity
Once it fantasizes its demise?

(interlude)

When you put me under...I
Fought on the side of the dead
To know kills your pleasure
So I lie instead, though

You! will never see the light
You! will never see the dawn again

Frightened by suffering
They shrink away at the sight of this face
Not that saint with the name
Sarah
Never forgotten

Karamazov plays somewhere across the street
Determines my fate;
Expectations to meet
"Theatre...or you don't love me"
Imitations of the living


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This is heavily inspired by the book The Accident, also known as Day, which I first read in high school. It messed with me then, and when I read it again it still messed with me. Anyways, I finished this shortly after Workforce (Jennings Bryan). I don't know why I worked at them at the same time, but it turned out alright.

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