This world/word

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by Nanda, Mar 1, 2005.

  1. Nanda

    Nanda Bassist

    This world/word

    crawling on thr floor, at 7 in the dawn
    staring at the page, what the hell should i draw
    heards the knock on my door, come with me and dont give a fight
    said he was death, and begged for my life

    i said i was too young
    let me finish with my toys
    i have a lots to be donr,
    i'll come when i am done

    running wild on the grass at 11 in the noon
    staring at the horizon, where the hell should i roam
    felt the tap on my shoulder, its your turn now
    said he was death, cant wait anymore

    i said i wanted to live a hundered
    come only when i have left no stone unturned
    said i have a lots left here
    you can come when i am done

    getting high on the grass at 1 in the night
    starring at the mirror, how the hell to see through the smoke
    let my throat scream pout, take me with you
    said i want death, cant wait anymore

    am sick and tired of the world
    theres nothing, no one lefti have nothing left here
    i hate this world. world
    hate this world. world(3)
    I love this word

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