Mr. Reznor, soothe my jangled nerves...
See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all,...
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See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all,...
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I promised myself I'd start writing on here more with all this excess time on my hands. But that's the problem with having too much nothing to do: you're left with nothing to say.
cultchylde:
I seem to be plagued by the same problem. Not enough to do or say.
[Edited on May 02, 2005 9:21AM]
[Edited on May 02, 2005 9:21AM]
I'd kill for something nice to say about my life right now.
Huddled out in darkened corners, plain as day for all to see
Hides each and every one of us, dragging behind private miseries
Bearing burdens built for two slung over a single shoulder
As oblivious as the other half we so easily ignore
There's a cold and cast out child for every hidden sore
And we backtrack, and we wonder
Until the doubt pulls us...
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Hides each and every one of us, dragging behind private miseries
Bearing burdens built for two slung over a single shoulder
As oblivious as the other half we so easily ignore
There's a cold and cast out child for every hidden sore
And we backtrack, and we wonder
Until the doubt pulls us...
Read More
blah, tired, more to come later......