Friday, January 04, 2008

Sniper Fire

This anger makes my heart grow stronger
I tell myself
beneath the hidden yells
and drives by the ocean's shelf

These screams really aren't me
I admit to myself
eventhou
as my rage grows
it's the only one things
that helps me cling to the dream
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So, as I stuff it quieter
the secret sniper takes fire
flaming arrows
from the evil ones
they laugh and cry
throw me away to die
but I'm still alive
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My heart, isn't what it should be
could be in a true reality
but who can say
or see,
it certainly isn't me

And beneath my calm exterior
this pile of muscle
and chains of viens
my spirit grows brighter
like a flare flying
heavenward
onward

and my voice will erupt
just wait and see
it won't be me
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So, as I stuff it quieter
the secret sniper takes fire
flaming arrows
from the evil ones
they laugh and cry
throw me away to die
but I'm still alive
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oh, the passion of it all
if you could only see
the real me

only you can take these
golden wings
trodden on and destroyed
and break them
only to make
them better

and we don't understand
why broken is beautiful
we don't understand
why suffering
is crucial
we don't understand
the mercy cries of your hands
of your hands
your broken hands

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