Abuse
1999 b. strong
The sounds of music seep through the cracks in the walls
I can feel the neighbors breathing and dreaming
I felt the egg rock back and forth atop the highest tree
I thought I felt a presence, but it was only a reflection of me
I took these things from the providers around me
And my hand became the portal to explore their ecstasy
The euphoria ascended to a new wave of vibrant blues
That's where it left my soul, and my soul demanded abuse
Sickened by the standards in place for so long
Abusing them as they abused me, I felt it was wrong
So I sat on the riverbank and lit the lighter once more
Abusing everything until I could turn anything into my whore
The depths to which I dreamt reflected in lacerations
I wept to the very substances themselves through incantations
Peole who knew me thought it was mindless rambling
The providers of my favorite substance knew I was gambling
Pages turned and I never learned
Didn't need to, didn't have the desire to follow through
What is there after abuse, I must ask the caller of the truce
The shotgun to the cold turkey's head, abused, confused, dead
Standing at the edge of the people's metropolis
Staring down at my opinion of Acropolis
There is nothing here that attracts my yearning
In my eyes these wasted lives are worth burning
Gone to the ways of the hand that feeds me
Pushing the boulder up the hill that bleeds me
There is only one thing I must do before I die
Nothing else means much and wouldn't cost me a high
So abuse me if you want to, I do it myself
If you don't believe me stick around after twelve
I never claimed to be worthy of love
I never knew what my position was made of
Abuse
2/19/99
I can feel the neighbors breathing and dreaming
I felt the egg rock back and forth atop the highest tree
I thought I felt a presence, but it was only a reflection of me
I took these things from the providers around me
And my hand became the portal to explore their ecstasy
The euphoria ascended to a new wave of vibrant blues
That's where it left my soul, and my soul demanded abuse
Sickened by the standards in place for so long
Abusing them as they abused me, I felt it was wrong
So I sat on the riverbank and lit the lighter once more
Abusing everything until I could turn anything into my whore
The depths to which I dreamt reflected in lacerations
I wept to the very substances themselves through incantations
Peole who knew me thought it was mindless rambling
The providers of my favorite substance knew I was gambling
Pages turned and I never learned
Didn't need to, didn't have the desire to follow through
What is there after abuse, I must ask the caller of the truce
The shotgun to the cold turkey's head, abused, confused, dead
Standing at the edge of the people's metropolis
Staring down at my opinion of Acropolis
There is nothing here that attracts my yearning
In my eyes these wasted lives are worth burning
Gone to the ways of the hand that feeds me
Pushing the boulder up the hill that bleeds me
There is only one thing I must do before I die
Nothing else means much and wouldn't cost me a high
So abuse me if you want to, I do it myself
If you don't believe me stick around after twelve
I never claimed to be worthy of love
I never knew what my position was made of
Abuse
2/19/99