I be protruding hearts with harpoons
And hypodermic needles
A hazardous youth
I am the son of Lazarus
And this is the truth
The youth is dying
And society is supplying
A drug called ignorance
Cause in the hands of man
Life lines lead to gold mines
Thru out the land
But how long will my life line span?
And I cant understand why my life line is so small
My palms are dirtied and tattooed
So I raise a white fist as a symbolic movement
And I tattoo the sky
Lightning bolts pierce clouds as the angels cry
She is my Orion
I get lost in her horizon
And the sun is still rising
This is the land of the rising sons
The chosen one
The prodigal son
But I am not the only one
And blood runs thru my pen
I practice Taoism, Buddhism and the Zen
Sun Szu is my guru
But he never knew
I never knew
Never known never shown
Always afraid to be alone
I am not afraid to die
But I’m afraid to live
A lovers symphony
Never meant to be
Now I can see
As reality blinds me
Accapelic angels can feel my pain
WE ARE!
Scared of the sound of music
WE ARE!
Tired of not having our voices heard
And we live for the sorrows of today, yesterday, and tomorrow
But I hold my soul up to the sky
YEAH!
No one could ever bring it down to the ground
YEAH!