I wear this peace
Like a cloak of broken glass
A wheeled statue on a treadmill
Stroboscope life
Of suspended animation
Time flies
With your winged wishes
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years
I believe, therefore I am
I'm nothing if I don't act on my beliefs
Just a tease, a pseudo-life left empty
I believe, I believe I believe too much
Cataphonia
In a rush to stand still see who can stand still the fastest
Balanced on that thin line between patience and laziness
Floating in your face always almost, tasted
A carrot on a string
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years
I bleed; therefore I am
I'm nothing static, at peace
Words we speak are just contaminated air
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I haven't bled enough
The pot of gold is the rainbow