Song lyrics. Give your thoughts!
Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 5:31 pmEhh, I am working on lyrics for a song. I wanted to get some feedback.
Nothing is set in stone! Give your ideas.
Color Scheme
I don’t understand this mindset anymore. Stricken with poverty, how much can I endure? Casting shadows where hope used to lay. This art of beggary, I take my time to pray.
We are everything, on continuous mind. This world is not my soul; this sphere is but a shrine.
Endless circles move miles upon end. Concepts and numbers our brains create a trend. I see the colors form and move within a list. She says there’s nothing here this dream does not exist.
Spoon-fed everything a life I have to live. The gate is closing here; you take what you can give. I think that no one knows because they do not try. I want the glass to fill, at least before I die.
We are everything, one continuous mind. I tried to move myself but was stuck in time.
False sense of power, you think you need a gun? There is a meaning here, you’re not the only one. Try to believe only what you can see. Sign of a bigot, you mean nothing to me.
Defining moments obscured by our past. Taking every breath, you know that it’s your last. Now I see the color scheme, it’s here and then it leaves. We can save our selves but no one else believes.
Still working on it...
Nothing is set in stone! Give your ideas.
Color Scheme
I don’t understand this mindset anymore. Stricken with poverty, how much can I endure? Casting shadows where hope used to lay. This art of beggary, I take my time to pray.
We are everything, on continuous mind. This world is not my soul; this sphere is but a shrine.
Endless circles move miles upon end. Concepts and numbers our brains create a trend. I see the colors form and move within a list. She says there’s nothing here this dream does not exist.
Spoon-fed everything a life I have to live. The gate is closing here; you take what you can give. I think that no one knows because they do not try. I want the glass to fill, at least before I die.
We are everything, one continuous mind. I tried to move myself but was stuck in time.
False sense of power, you think you need a gun? There is a meaning here, you’re not the only one. Try to believe only what you can see. Sign of a bigot, you mean nothing to me.
Defining moments obscured by our past. Taking every breath, you know that it’s your last. Now I see the color scheme, it’s here and then it leaves. We can save our selves but no one else believes.
Still working on it...