Words I breath in
Quickly forgotton
Like a rich man's sin
I'm at the bottom
Where it's colder
Than the heart's ice
Looking over my shoulder
Hoping grit will suffice
Black thoughts done
Gone and signed
My life away on
The words I've rhymed
If it's strength I need
I'll find it elsewhere
But now since I bleed
I'll pretend to care
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.