My therapy, my music.

The stuff I do when I'm nott writing real stuff. The music. Lyrics for the most part.

I see what I see.

I believe what I see.

Perhaps you see what you believe.

It's not for me to tell.

I just need to know the how from the why.

The how from the why.

How a word can define a need.

For a tear from a stone lady.

and the light.

Far too bright.

How I fight.

To understand you.

You'd almost think it'd be the death of me.

But it's outer space.

It's over there.

It's inside out.

I chew it down.

Like cyanide.

Put all the sinners in a row.

Why would you sit in a shadowy corner.

Why would you drink from a firey lake.

Why would you go where you'll never know.

Every mistake can bring you to your fall.

Why would you shy from a simple desire.

Why should you pay for a story of sin.

Maybe you know something that I can't believe.

Maybe the why is why not I.

I can't believe what I can't see.

Why not I.

You'd almost think it'd be the death of me.

It's outer space.

It's over there.

But if there's hope in the sky.

Why am I still alive.

Is it hell for me.

If I just can't believe.

If there's hope in the sky.

then why am I still alive.

Lyrics for a Collab with Hantu a.k.a Sham, June 2011.

 

 

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