Overflow
Insanity never goes as planned
The voices don’t conform
They multiply the fears
Subtract the reason
Amazing how the process breaks down
Before your eyes
In the lucid moments
There’s no respite
Cause they are waiting
To draw you back in
Those fucking voices always win
The voices don’t conform
They multiply the fears
Subtract the reason
Amazing how the process breaks down
Before your eyes
In the lucid moments
There’s no respite
Cause they are waiting
To draw you back in
Those fucking voices always win
Her tattered sails
The broken lines
Still majestic
As she lay on the rocks
Once a Queen of the seas
Her beauty sailed with he breeze
Capturing all who gazed
Upon her size and grace
Run aground by storms
Her resting place
A sad reminder of a dangerous world
That eventually catches up
With us all
The broken lines
Still majestic
As she lay on the rocks
Once a Queen of the seas
Her beauty sailed with he breeze
Capturing all who gazed
Upon her size and grace
Run aground by storms
Her resting place
A sad reminder of a dangerous world
That eventually catches up
With us all
Got the St James infirmary blues
bury me cherokee
beneath the old oak tree
next to the spot with me dog
more faithful than most have ever been
dress me all casual
hoodie and sweats
and for god sake make sure that holes
six foot deep
bury me cherokee
beneath the old oak tree
next to the spot with me dog
more faithful than most have ever been
dress me all casual
hoodie and sweats
and for god sake make sure that holes
six foot deep
The blank pages mocked me
you will never fill us all,
at night the impulse rocked me
to write of every downfall.
The book became a tale
that stood in jest of my cries
the empty silence locked me
into a journaling of tears.
Holding it to my heart
I prayed for its demise,
this sordid tale is not for sale,
for to itself it only lies.
you will never fill us all,
at night the impulse rocked me
to write of every downfall.
The book became a tale
that stood in jest of my cries
the empty silence locked me
into a journaling of tears.
Holding it to my heart
I prayed for its demise,
this sordid tale is not for sale,
for to itself it only lies.
