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Next to the bleachers:
The battle wounds are gone
Still the hyperventilation’s
The bandages seem worn on
It’s Becoming impatient
Pounding on my head
The sins are weighing in
The cold is beating
thrashing on my skin.
Driving through my head
Crashing all the other thoughts
Leaving me with this fixation
asking for my medication
Walk through the valley of whispers let it sink in
Walk through the valley of whispers take it all in
Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies
The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights
Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed
Without my need keeps protecting me
There’s hot water boiling inside
Pouring through my veins
Creeping up behind me
Going to drive me insane
Walk through the valley of whispers let it sink in
Walk through the valley of whispers take it all in
Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies
The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights
Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed
Without my need keeps protecting me
Protect me, start saving me
The shadow deep, the tainted me
My famous last words
Aren’t spoken to soon
Its those red nights with bright blue butterflies
The charcoal pavements brings out the emerald lights
Next to the ash blown tree the only surviving breed
Without my need keeps protecting me
By Brandon Perry©2009
Turn off the radio
in Rate My Rhymes
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Turn off the radio:
I turn on the so call instrument,
To no surprise is my detriment
Pouring through my veins, Creeping up behind me
As I evaporate these flames tell my story
Driving through my head,
Crashing all the other thoughts
Leaving me with this fixation, asking for medication
The staggering steps tell my story
When your ink runs out
You’ll know what this is all about
I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up
Pounding on my head
Your sins are weighing
The cold is beating, thrashing on my skin.
I go between post and base
When the downcast keeps looming
You’ll know what I’m singing about
I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up
If didn’t know, there’s no fairytales
Life is a rug rat in a shell
That normally ends tragic
That’s why
I don’t want to hear another love story
They don’t really happen
I don’t want to hear another love story
Like a withered rose
And like Newton’s law we come crashing down
With nothing to padded the fall, it’s normally tragic
When you wake up
By Brandon Perry©2009