White tombstones on ground of crimson
whisper winds blow ever through them
winds are not too often true (they're)
speaking every word to you
tonight

conscience? situation-weighing.
tipping scales, debilitating,
gaging options, pondering,
measure up to what i need

heart failing in separate places,
skipping beats and flooding faces,
pulse is rising faster, please
take my hand in yours and squeeze

like a Jackson Pollock painting
misdirection leaves you panting
organize this scatter plot
derail my every train of thought

Here: Me, now.
There: You, later.
(Hear me right now, i'm here)

lyrical, windtalker-coded,
black and white to gray eroded,
crossing lines and splitting hairs,
russian routlette, truth, or dare?

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©Evan V. (Seeking Solace) 2008

This one's mostly me messing around with autotuners again.

I especially like the lyrics here. (pay attention to punctuation and spelling, it changes the whole meaning of a lot of the words in this song.)


PLEASE, READ THE LYRICS!
enjoy!