Personal Jihad?
where is the decree
i follow you, you follow me
we all got forced around
one another found on the side of another brother's mother
this is the end if i may be so bold
i'm telling you now what i've already told
this is the basic end to the nigh in sight
let the death of me be the death of us all
a martyr? nah
just someone with a decent head upon their shoulders
i fight this holy war with myself
i put my feelings upon the shelf
then i let them gather dust
then i sink, i swim, i do many things
but none of them affect you
so why would you bother with a stinking urchin like me?
i fancy myself a lyricist
i write a rhyme upon request
if it's no good, then try again
that's what this has come down to anyway
not everything we put out is worthwhile
so figure things out yourself for once
because i am stuck around this verse chorus verse
i go onstage without time to rehearse
and wing it, believe it or not
is it any good though?
you decide
mother mary comfort me
oh wait, i already used that lifeline
now i'm just a tiny thread
dangling from this needle in your arm
i am your addiction
i am your heroin
you inject me like sex
but no pleasure comes from it
oh well, who knows
what we could have been anyway?
i'm just barely even trying now
bend over and give me a kiss
even if it's just as listless
as i may be
who are you?
i've nothing to say
who are you in different... less desirable...
social situations?
someone else
gulping down the nerves like pills with no water
sweat beads around your forehead
simply because your turn to speak is coming up
i'm not getting any better at this
really
a martyr? nah
just someone bored enough to take the fall
Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007
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