Mirage Songtext
Veins pinned down by a stuttering mind,
Blood spills out,allways pumping in time,
Voices cry harmoniously,
The haunted sound of melancholy,
Then fast and furious,a glimmer of wisdom,
An epiphany,a lyrical mystery,
But like all things,the end comes too soon,
And all thats left behind is a vague memory,
A beat to the soul,hidden in our minds,
Never qiuete escaping,confined by reason,
Inspiration slides in this Mirage of rythm.
Floating unconsious,a melody that glides,
Blood spills out,allways pumping in time,
Voices cry harmoniously,
The haunted sound of melancholy,
Then fast and furious,a glimmer of wisdom,
An epiphany,a lyrical mystery,
But like all things,the end comes too soon,
And all thats left behind is a vague memory,
A beat to the soul,hidden in our minds,
Never qiuete escaping,confined by reason,
Inspiration slides in this Mirage of rythm.
CORDELL, RITCHIE
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