Achaean News
Our heads
Written by: Lodi
Date: Thursday, December 12th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Tomorrow I know that
I will be looking at something else
Around you an aura has bled
A new devil for me to wed
I don't know what I was tomorrow
Two for love and one for sorrow
Three for you and four to borrow
A new mask for you to hide behind
Slept off the effects of the injection
I could only see your ghost in the snow
Saw your beauty shine in its reflection
Like a moth, I homed in on the glow
And was burnt at the stake
For my honest intentions
A nothing more than nothing less
A broken form in a wedding dress
Good by, good by, good by
And I can't say I'm sorry I lost you now
You made me feel as if I
Was the only one at fault here
A guilt so strong it scarred my arms
I had to kill your memory
And lock its corps up in my tears
Remember the storm before the calm
The snows turned to rain now.
And in the blink of an angels eye
My second self gave in and bowed
But this other half
This other half just stood there
And watched you here
It watched you
It watched you
It watched you from behind its hands . . .
In our heads
strange
way
to look at things
brain
wave
and doctor stings
The cold
grave
that love brings
Hide away
From the hurt
our eldest would bring . . .
In our heads
Our heads
Life's nothing more than a stream
Of conscious thorts and sub- conscious wars
A soul trapped in a moon beam
From its open mouth so many words poor
And pool blood red apon the floor
I spat on it
And watched it all get washed away . . .
In our heads
Our heads
In our heads
The lights been lit
Shadows are born
Got'a get my next big hit
Face all tattered and torn
Needle did the job to quick
Was not the answer that I 'dist seek!
IT WAS NOT THE ANSWER THAT I SEEKED!
What's happening through that key hole
Will you dare to peek!
The clock ticks away the life
Of something that I am part off
Another answer, another day
Another loss another way
I loved you then, don't you understand
Its hurts so mutch
That I'll never get to hold its hand . . .
In our heads
Our heads
In our heads
Un-born symbols of love are already dead . . .
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 322 AF.
Our heads
Written by: Lodi
Date: Thursday, December 12th, 2002
Addressed to: Everyone
Tomorrow I know that
I will be looking at something else
Around you an aura has bled
A new devil for me to wed
I don't know what I was tomorrow
Two for love and one for sorrow
Three for you and four to borrow
A new mask for you to hide behind
Slept off the effects of the injection
I could only see your ghost in the snow
Saw your beauty shine in its reflection
Like a moth, I homed in on the glow
And was burnt at the stake
For my honest intentions
A nothing more than nothing less
A broken form in a wedding dress
Good by, good by, good by
And I can't say I'm sorry I lost you now
You made me feel as if I
Was the only one at fault here
A guilt so strong it scarred my arms
I had to kill your memory
And lock its corps up in my tears
Remember the storm before the calm
The snows turned to rain now.
And in the blink of an angels eye
My second self gave in and bowed
But this other half
This other half just stood there
And watched you here
It watched you
It watched you
It watched you from behind its hands . . .
In our heads
strange
way
to look at things
brain
wave
and doctor stings
The cold
grave
that love brings
Hide away
From the hurt
our eldest would bring . . .
In our heads
Our heads
Life's nothing more than a stream
Of conscious thorts and sub- conscious wars
A soul trapped in a moon beam
From its open mouth so many words poor
And pool blood red apon the floor
I spat on it
And watched it all get washed away . . .
In our heads
Our heads
In our heads
The lights been lit
Shadows are born
Got'a get my next big hit
Face all tattered and torn
Needle did the job to quick
Was not the answer that I 'dist seek!
IT WAS NOT THE ANSWER THAT I SEEKED!
What's happening through that key hole
Will you dare to peek!
The clock ticks away the life
Of something that I am part off
Another answer, another day
Another loss another way
I loved you then, don't you understand
Its hurts so mutch
That I'll never get to hold its hand . . .
In our heads
Our heads
In our heads
Un-born symbols of love are already dead . . .
Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Phaestian, in the year 322 AF.