Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock

Broken fingers, torn nails 
and wounds that plasters can't patch together again. 
Shaky hands, bruised wrists, 
now, you can never hold the pen 
the tongue clamped back and cut in the middle 

Your words could've been short little poems or songs 
but all you decided to tell were just annoying jokes.
You're a gray comedian with snow in your lungs, 
never learned or maybe forgot how to hold the pen to write words. 

But now all you can throw at me is silence 'cause my clenched fist is stuck in your throat. 
If you vomit i hope it'll be neccessary ideas and thoughts. 
But what you consume are words of the youth, just nonsense and entertainment 
do you hear yourself talk?
are you listening and understanding the words that your tongue is chewing? 
why not cleaning the world up rather than burying it? 
Words can be magic spells
dragging you down or gettin' you high, but most of them today will leave you in a coma. 

Your words could've been short little poems or songs
but all you decided to tell were just annoying jokes.
You're a gray comedian with snow in your lungs,
never learned or maybe forgot how to hold the pen to write words. 

How about drawing and painting? 
Aww, no? 
Are you afraid of gettin' dirty? 
life is a too long book with words and paintings to even read and see it all
why are you afraid of it? 
too lazy to follow it 
Too hopeless to see a point in trying 
Sad that this three friends left you behind and gave you those three enemies in return.