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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Bloodline (I)


He said, I need to find inspiration 
I have no meaning anymore...
The words are like strings out of tune
(Eyes out of focus) 
Bloodline cold;
And there is no harmony 
Not without a voice that can sing
(Whispers)
Can't recall a simple phrase, die by the rope. 
By cliche's, by drugs... 

Believe to just believe without the sake of wondering. 

We're all just people here 
It makes no difference the differences 
And I try to keep that in mind...

Alone by the stable in arms length 
I could carry the weight of my own fear
Or allow the heart to be driven out...

When it's all the passion that refuses to give. 

Light this flame again.
He said, I need to find the inspiration. 

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