Thursday, March 22, 2007
11:36 PM
11:30 (Part 1)
I pull my own strings but I am the puppet.
A puppet I myself made but not of myself.
Pulling the red wires from the neck down.
Pulling the red wires from the neck down, I thug it up and down.
Paranoia, anxiety is the name of the game.
The street lamps flicker as the wind blows by.
I am the wind, erratic at times.
Night is when I pull out the sheets.
I wake up once again as purified as sleep.
I am a dice of many chances.
Driven by emotions your luck changes,
You know its wrong but you still do it.
It promises power, success and love.
You know its wrong but you still commit to it.
You know its wrong but you still commit to it.
Paranoia, anxiety is the name of the game.
Fear, distrust, is the name of the game.
Self-esteem, deceit is the name of the game.
The street lamp flickers as the wind blows by.
I am the wind, erratic at times.
Thugging it up and down, the red wires from the neck down.
I am the puppet but i pull my own strings.
-Badron