Rising

TheClowns

Rising


I sense your darkness by the traces you leave

volcanic underground in cynical tranquility


Before you put the blame

remember we're the same


Just waiting for your verbal punches again;

you seem to like it when I'm subservient


Quick sand and gravity

fights without a sound

wicked, cruel controversy

dragging me to the ground


If you're the predator, would I be your prey?

what happened to the good intentions, I say?


Before you put the blame

remember we're the same


Just waiting for your verbal punches again;


Quick sand and gravity

fights without a sound

wicked, cruel controversy

dragging me to the ground


I felt my weakness and my senses' decay

my own reflection in the mirror didn't make my day

my apprehension to my courtesy

now I am done with wasting my life away


By and by, my sun will rise

precious as it is

leave behind pathetic lies

I'm just too good for this



Not waiting for your verbal punches again; I

prefer equality to subservience


Now when you put the blame

I'm no longer the same, I

prefer equality to subservience