Perhaps I'll start this ordinary day
in a smile of drugged self-control
Leave one half behind, locked away
Lover of the hell which could unfold
This is how I have to live this life
Obsessed with freedom, suppressed to survive
Kill the slow hours with some work
Especially when the mind slips, weak
Every breath counts, the control hurts
Pent up stress slowly building, relief seek
Maybe this glass will help me
Even though I know hell will unleash
Slowly, the bonds break, get ready
As the fun begins, life looks great
Nothing can stop me now, I said get ready!
Enough! Let the fucking mind games begin!
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.