Lyrca
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- Posted: Tue, 26 Jun 2012 09:43:38 +0000
*Asymptote [ a**-Mah-Tope ] ;;
For those of you who don't know. An
asymptote is a section on a graph
that doesn't exist. Basically a break
in the line along the graph that you're
looking at. Non-existent.
For those of you who don't know. An
asymptote is a section on a graph
that doesn't exist. Basically a break
in the line along the graph that you're
looking at. Non-existent.
CURRENT DRAFT ;;
The grass is always greener on the other pesticide,
That's why you never say a thing when we're on the inside,
The doors eat us whole in this 'Sanctuary Of Divide',
So next time our mouths shoot and our bullets collide,
We can always know that this is why we lied.
It's not like our breaths shot out chemically,
We aren't choking but we're hoping we won't fall to our tendencies.
The addiction to your eyes is my death penalty,
These aren't pheromones they're just a little extra ecstasy.
When we lost our identities we just wandered recklessly.
I don't know if we're walking through clouds or an asymptote*,
But on this algebra graph we're falling down a slippery slope,
This just isn't the ******** book I sat down and wrote.
So you better find the new 'solve all problems' antidote.
Or so help me God... I'm losing hope.
And I don't want to be the one to stop the slander,
I feed off our pain like PMSing girls to a vampire,
So leave me to drown under the weight of this anchor,
I'm going down with this ship and down with this anger.
Don't let me drown. Don't let me drown...
I don't want to die as this water's fiery amber.
I just want to live as the newest commander.
"Chill them all" should be the only order to my bystanders.
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FIRST DRAFT ;;
The grass is always greener on the other side,
My expectations are always turning to a sigh.
The doors eat us whole in this 'Sanctuary Of Divide',
So next time our mouths shoot and our bullets collide,
We can always know that this is why we lied.
It's not like we're mixing up chemically,
We aren't choking but we're hoping we won't fall to our tendencies.
The addiction to your eyes is my death penalty,
These aren't pheromones they're just a little extra ecstasy.
When we lost our identities we just wandered recklessly.
I don't know if we're shadows or an asymptote*,
But on this algebra graph we're falling down a slippery slope,
This just isn't the ******** book I sat down and wrote.
So you better find the new goddamn antidote.
Or so help me God... I'm loosing hope.
And I don't want to be the one to stop the slander,
I feed off our pain like bloodied hands to a vampire,
So leave me to drown at the foot of this anchor,
I'm going down with this ship and down with this anger.
Don't let me drown. Don't let me drown...
I don't want to die as this water's bloody amber.