Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Cali Quake

Just a regular man with extraordinary dreams
Wishing on a dead prophecy to be the king
Always coming back to this thought that won't go away
I yearn for the wise men to come
And for the holy ones to pour oil on my head
As I walk through the woods on a cold dark day
The earth starts to tremble as if a mother in labor pains
Crying out to me "you're the only one who can save me"
Looking to me to finally be the king of kings
Yet I can do nothing, how do you stop the earth from shaking?
A west siders memory of waking up to disaster
This is my life everyday when I wake up to pain
I can't even say I love you anymore
All truth has been takin' along with the breath in my lungs
Ripping the veins out of my arms
Hoping to die so that I can wake up in the hands of grace
Just knowing that the only thing that works is time
Constantly slowing keeping me alive longer then I need to be
Sleeping through the day and working through the night
I lay in my bed and think of all the reasons why
Why I'm here
Why I'm alive
Why I'm king
Why I'm moving without any motion
The quake in my mind that cracks my skull
Every person I see takes off their face
And always to my surprise I see a demon inside
No one is good and no one is right
So with their white hot fire that always burns in my soul
Words begin to flow from me like a river of wild thunder
Rebuking all that I hate but getting nowhere fast
After it's all said and done I'm once again alone
The leader of a place where it's only me
So it turns out that the right way is the wrong way
As I deliever a message of hatred through tears of blood
Constently being stabbed in the back
California first and then the world will know
That I am coming for you
I must be alone for some reason
If there is no reason then why does it happen?

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