Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Pick your pocket full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want to be me
When I can
Three, now. Three people from Pensacola in the last week have appeared, having tracked me down. I have to wonder if it's a suggestion.
I miss adolescence...not for the reason most people do, "oh the loss of innocence, how tragic!"...fuck innocence, it's overrated. I miss the ignorance. If you'd asked me, prior to high school, what I wanted to do with life...well, I was clueless on what I wanted/how to get there. Now I can look at the things I wanted, the things I tried so hard to touch, and see that I still have nothing but loss. My desire to accomplish, despite the insurmountable odds, took away what I did have. Even though I spent most of my youth in chains, I had that little bit...now I'm free with nothing.
People advise me on topics they know nothing about...
Though I can't advocate it, I've always understood-particularly in times like this-how people can become violently addicted to drugs and lose their lives to it. It simply feels more productive when the time is gone and you've done nothing but it didnt FEEL like nothing.
Louder. It needs to be LOUDER. I need a concert. LOUD concert. I need thousands of people chanting in unison.
Assemblage 23 will be in Austin in April...hmm...on my off days too.
Give me King's X, or give me death. It won't be thousands, but it will be loud, personal and powerful.
Cool enough to not quite see it
Pick your pocket full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
Can anybody hear me?
I just want to be me
When I can
Three, now. Three people from Pensacola in the last week have appeared, having tracked me down. I have to wonder if it's a suggestion.
I miss adolescence...not for the reason most people do, "oh the loss of innocence, how tragic!"...fuck innocence, it's overrated. I miss the ignorance. If you'd asked me, prior to high school, what I wanted to do with life...well, I was clueless on what I wanted/how to get there. Now I can look at the things I wanted, the things I tried so hard to touch, and see that I still have nothing but loss. My desire to accomplish, despite the insurmountable odds, took away what I did have. Even though I spent most of my youth in chains, I had that little bit...now I'm free with nothing.
People advise me on topics they know nothing about...
Though I can't advocate it, I've always understood-particularly in times like this-how people can become violently addicted to drugs and lose their lives to it. It simply feels more productive when the time is gone and you've done nothing but it didnt FEEL like nothing.
Louder. It needs to be LOUDER. I need a concert. LOUD concert. I need thousands of people chanting in unison.
Assemblage 23 will be in Austin in April...hmm...on my off days too.
Give me King's X, or give me death. It won't be thousands, but it will be loud, personal and powerful.
take it easy