PLAYBOYBLAZE
09-13-2003, 12:10 PM
Walk the road; burning bushes burn of coal,
red sands, can't you see? The
appetite for fire in the land, I can, I see,
even though beads of pain slide
from my hair into my eyes and cries of
anguish burns my soul inside I still see but
I don't know why, why the pain is so severe
or why it rings so loud inside my
ears, Stop! Go! Go ahead I can't stop it
anyway the burning pain feeding then
drains making me insane as it gets hotter
and hotter day after day the pain the
same pain I still feel I still see relative
to negativity the pain in front of me.
red sands, can't you see? The
appetite for fire in the land, I can, I see,
even though beads of pain slide
from my hair into my eyes and cries of
anguish burns my soul inside I still see but
I don't know why, why the pain is so severe
or why it rings so loud inside my
ears, Stop! Go! Go ahead I can't stop it
anyway the burning pain feeding then
drains making me insane as it gets hotter
and hotter day after day the pain the
same pain I still feel I still see relative
to negativity the pain in front of me.