How many signs Before going blind How many saviours Does it take to turn on a light bulb The lights dull, doubtful
Deadwood I fear of falling prey to my mothers demons Men and booze and its my fault Men and bruises and asphalt Do we see what others do not see? Are we blind to to the strange fruits in the trees? My shadow's been the same length since fourteen I said "I'm strong" but let him back in, lies fall like teeth
Summer The summer sun didn't burn up the melancholy rivers that run my veins But its gave me the opportunity to see faces more clearly I see so many now
42876 Of all the things I wish to say I'm sorry isn't one of them I'm not afraid anymore, of the shadows I stand among them, I am their sister I know their songs, and I sympathize, Because, I always was one
Conflict
I'm not so religious anymore
The thought of God making me,
Giving me free choice,
Then punishing me if I choose not to worship him my whole life long,
I don't know, it put a sour taste in my mouth.
Or maybe that's blood. Or metal. I get the two confused.
