To let it go, escape the grasp of those the seek control, THAT'S EVERYONE, it's true. This pounding, and the continuous sting of the sun, I feel it right down to my bones. And the heat, oh, it feels hotter then the burning pits below my feet. That's the real control, trap me in my weakest form, weakened ny the very words of nature. How I am battered by stones, My bruises so black I feel covered in shadows, and I cast them myself. I let it go. I run away from what destiny has foretold, I swim against the boiling tide, Red and dripping from those that took the leed. I see thier amputated legs floating by, and them, rolling away, happiy in their ignorance. And so I renew my vow to escape the tyranny of conformity. Yet the sea swallows e in it's grasp, and drags me to the knife, the cutting board, the butchers red/white shirt. And the seduce me with their words, though I know the faulse, and they drug me with their touch, so I know no more, And I look up into the sky, now so grey and dark that light sparkes between the heads. The sun is gone, too late, I have the key but the door is gone.Birth sign: Pisces
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