Epanchements d'un Acarus qui voulait tout savoir sur la vie et ses rouages
dimanche 9 mars 2008
Into the wild
I sent myself in a wild place, I tried to find my real me Far from those masterpieces of science Far from the rumors of neverending life...
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On bended knee is no way to be free. Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently if all my destinations will accept the one that's me, so I can breath...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole half their lives they say goodnight to wive's they'll never know. Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul, so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go holding me like gravity are places that pull. If ever there was someone to keep me alive, it would be you...
Everyone I come across in cages they bought, they think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought. Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts, I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere, underneath my being is a road that disappeared, late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be, consider me a satelite for ever orbiting. I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me, guaranteed...
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On bended knee is no way to be free.
Lifting up an empty cup I ask silently if all my destinations will accept the one that's me, so I can breath...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole half their lives they say goodnight to wive's they'll never know.
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul, so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go holding me like gravity are places that pull.
If ever there was someone to keep me alive, it would be you...
Everyone I come across in cages they bought, they think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought.
Got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts, I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere, underneath my being is a road that disappeared, late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be, consider me a satelite for ever orbiting.
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me, guaranteed...
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