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Resistance

For all those noble things that we can claim
To hold inside and call it “I”
Are strong as vapor, they only ever came
When life was easy, sailing by in a high.

Loving, mysterious, flamboyant, and cold;
We’re so in love with every name.
Spiritual, sarcastic, clever, and bold;
Behind it all and in the end we’re all the same.


They’re not our own, we can’t hold on.
Look in the mirror and your faces are gone
What is left of you as you stare?
Nothing but you and you are bare.

Each man is poison to himself
Afraid to plunge into his Hell
To drink his taste would be a fatal blow
And so he spends his life running as far away as he can go.


You’ll never know someone until you put him through himself
And make him go through every trial
To fill the spaces in his soul where he thinks he’s alive.
You don’t exist until you go right through yourself.

The only thing that matters is your own resistance
To the pull of the pendulum’s swing.
The only thing that you can be is your resistance.
You’re none of those things that you are.


The storm we call, it comes our way
The layers peel themselves away;
We dig our grave beneath our fear
Bury ourselves deeper every year.

The chances come at every turn
To find out how it feels to burn
But more than not we turn away,
Go on sleeping one more day.


Nothing is permanent – except resistance.
In time you’ll see that it’s in love with change.
They need each other for their own existence.
I love their conflict and I show it with my rage.

Driven by a desperate fear to keep him beaten down,
The one in us who wants to turn around.
So futile is a life that’s wasted keeping him at bay,
Because don’t you know that, inside, nothing ever goes away?

Each man exists just to forget himself,
Buries his soul so far below.
Each man’s afraid to look into his face
Take just one sip of his own taste.

To paint his room with his own shade –
He doesn’t know that it’s already been made
And that he’s everywhere but blind
The only way is to resurrect or die.
 
Open you eyes and you will know
You won’t escape what you are
And what you are, it is your fate
And there’s no escape.

And what you are, is what you hate
And you want to love.
Behind your hate, you want to love
Your hate is love, but you don’t know.

You hate me, you hate yourself
For who you are, but you’re nothing else.
You see yourself in me, I know you love me.
And we’re all one, we’re not alone,
We look for gold inside our eyes.

We want to be
I want you to be me
To be complete
That’s all we need:
To be done and gone.

January, 2006
Written by PhantomPhace
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