|07-08-2006, 04:48 PM||#1 (permalink)|
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hell on earth
Song about someone else being fake, Blindfold
about how beautiful the one I love is and what they become when makeup is smeared on and the perfect clothes to their stereotype are put on.
Seen in your clothes of a perfect match,
To the stereotype to which you are known,
Shinning silky hair in colors so rich, with skin just as soft to match.
Finally observed is the ghosted cast smeared over your body.
You’re the person they wish they could be, but only dream that they are.
What you see is not what you get.
At long last I can seen under this fake.
Entranced by beauty seen by all,
I kissed his lips to clear my eyes.
Enter with ink pen and parchment, perfection on paper.
With free hand form they can make your paper dreams flawless.
They can draw your figure as an ideal paragon,
And hold you captive in their desire for you.
The fake they’ve been perfecting is now complete.
What of the writing just below your skin?
The nightmare truth you can’t ignore.
Now awakend by the slamming of a closed door,
I can see past my blindfold, you’re to scared to remove.
As the only one who took off my blindfold
Am I now seeing to clearly?
|07-11-2006, 07:29 PM||#2 (permalink)|
Join Date: Feb 2006
well it's somewhat.... by the look of it, it's all figurine, matching, idealisticisty and evermore, it's rather too detailed of face, make-up and something more that can't be put on top of a tongue.....
all the songs I've Wrotes cames from experiences from the past, present and future.