Языки:
Ru
|
En
7 марта 24, 03:40
Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Ion Dissonance : Breathing Is Irrelevant : Oceanic Motion
0-9
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Oceanic Motion
Breathing Is Irrelevant (2003)
Ion Dissonance
[
Вся лирика от Dmitry |
Назад
]
8 февраля 10, 21:59
All around, back & forth,
The sickening smell of insignificance
I'm used to it now,
I must reek of it
The densitiy of the air was tangible today,
It was way too heavy for me.
I woke up an hour earlier,
I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do,
But most definetly won't, during this loose hour.
Another day, predictably mundane,
Another scratch on the 7" ep that is my life,
That is my life...
It keeps on bouncing! (all around, back & forth)
My Columbian coffee
Expensively tasted like sewer water today.
The "normal & subtle" sour taste could'nt be sweeten at all, no matter how I sugared it,
How many times have I wonder if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth?
And once again (and as always), I'm having a delightful conversation
With the refrigirator by my side, he's always complaining,
I'm use to his points of view now, his constant mumbling...
Drastically sarcastic, almost as bitter as my coffee.
He seem to have an opinion about everything?
An instant passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense
Ah, there it is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit backalley
Down there, an ant-like human is wandering,
Nervously looking around, back & forth
And once the tension is gone, as he's sure that nobody's there,
Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself
In order to piss his way trought my alley...
I am almost has relieved as he is, once he's finished,
But for obvious different reasons
Happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled
I think I'll go back to sleep
Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?
The sickening smell of insignificance
I'm used to it now,
I must reek of it
The densitiy of the air was tangible today,
It was way too heavy for me.
I woke up an hour earlier,
I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do,
But most definetly won't, during this loose hour.
Another day, predictably mundane,
Another scratch on the 7" ep that is my life,
That is my life...
It keeps on bouncing! (all around, back & forth)
My Columbian coffee
Expensively tasted like sewer water today.
The "normal & subtle" sour taste could'nt be sweeten at all, no matter how I sugared it,
How many times have I wonder if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth?
And once again (and as always), I'm having a delightful conversation
With the refrigirator by my side, he's always complaining,
I'm use to his points of view now, his constant mumbling...
Drastically sarcastic, almost as bitter as my coffee.
He seem to have an opinion about everything?
An instant passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense
Ah, there it is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit backalley
Down there, an ant-like human is wandering,
Nervously looking around, back & forth
And once the tension is gone, as he's sure that nobody's there,
Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself
In order to piss his way trought my alley...
I am almost has relieved as he is, once he's finished,
But for obvious different reasons
Happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled
I think I'll go back to sleep
Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?
[
Просмотров: 396
| Комментариев: 0
]
Комментарии
Нет ни одного комментария