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MOVE ON IN
Of all the empires
You were just a re-assigned
Debit
For me to pay out with my life
To tell me, that I was in the wrong
When I was gone for so long
If I wa-a-as to return
It'd be the death of me
CHORUS
And I swear
Theres some motivation left
And I guess its time
To take that step
Without you
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
Thought of heart attacks
But it hasn't killed me yet
After all of it
My page long memoir says
TO MOVE ON IN
To the space
That you took
As soon as I took that one step
(Breathe love)
So mortifying
Yet it's fortifying
To know
What's goes on in your
Di-ler-ium
If I wa-a-as to return
I'd fight you down, till one of us would burn
CHORUS
And I swear
Theres some motivation left
And I guess its time
To take that step
Without you
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
Thought of heart attacks
But it hasn't killed me yet
After all of it
My life memoir says
TO MOVE O-o-oN IN
The back of my head
Preaches peace
Preaches serenity,
While rest of me screaches war,
Screaches agony,
(screaches death?)
I CAN'T DEFY MYSELF
And my rage
Got my saive and forks and my stakes
Breathe out as I force them inside
And I swear there's more than a skeleton-
Left,
Depending if I've still the strength to take that step....
You were just a re-assigned
Debit
For me to pay out with my life
To tell me, that I was in the wrong
When I was gone for so long
If I wa-a-as to return
It'd be the death of me
CHORUS
And I swear
Theres some motivation left
And I guess its time
To take that step
Without you
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
Thought of heart attacks
But it hasn't killed me yet
After all of it
My page long memoir says
TO MOVE ON IN
To the space
That you took
As soon as I took that one step
(Breathe love)
So mortifying
Yet it's fortifying
To know
What's goes on in your
Di-ler-ium
If I wa-a-as to return
I'd fight you down, till one of us would burn
CHORUS
And I swear
Theres some motivation left
And I guess its time
To take that step
Without you
BREATHING DOWN MY NECK
Thought of heart attacks
But it hasn't killed me yet
After all of it
My life memoir says
TO MOVE O-o-oN IN
The back of my head
Preaches peace
Preaches serenity,
While rest of me screaches war,
Screaches agony,
(screaches death?)
I CAN'T DEFY MYSELF
And my rage
Got my saive and forks and my stakes
Breathe out as I force them inside
And I swear there's more than a skeleton-
Left,
Depending if I've still the strength to take that step....
Published 25th Mar 2012
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29th Mar 2012 1:05am
There is an element of control or possession in your words that hasn't rattled my brain like this since I heard the real inspiration for the Police's "Every Breath You Take". Okay maybe one other, Smashing Pumpkins' "Bullet With Butterfly Wings."
Getting a bit of a chill now...
Getting a bit of a chill now...
29th Mar 2012 6:20am
I am extremely observant both personally and with my writing, it is a skill I've acquired and crafted in what has so far been a short life and strive to find avenues left untouched by every other writer. As to say I'd like to think of myself as very original and I don't plan to stop writing any time soon, but maturing my writing style and getting into lyrics more so than poetry and other side projects.
For this to give you chills I believe it sent a message that reached out to you personally and that is what I write for. To inspire and impress.
-Nique xx
For this to give you chills I believe it sent a message that reached out to you personally and that is what I write for. To inspire and impress.
-Nique xx
29th Mar 2012 7:07pm
oh you most certainly reached me in a personal way and it is much appreciated!
