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One sip of storm cloud,
winter worries right in,
worn like a war shroud,
masking your true feelin',
Anger augurs emotion,
what are you feeling?
a poltergeist emotion,
doubles your dealing,
Howls at the window,
turns out the lights again,
DON'T LET IT IN though,
it rattles your mental chains,
Needs a handle to haunt,
leaves for lack of a want,
But while the feral's in fashion,
and all the dishes are smashin',
watch it without any passion,
as you breathe,
You can get high on forgiveness,
they can't see,
between the isn't and isness,
just like me,
wondering "just what is this",
SO angry,
Why can't we be?
why can't we?
It goes away...
it goes a:
...(ghost wail)...
Hey little weather,
why does your winter woe,
keep it together,
snared in your snarl of snow,
The past was a palace of pain,
we should be healing,
your eyes go Autumn again,
what are you feeling?
Me? i'm an empty grave,
with a moldy heart,
and each smile you save,
is a brand new start,
Anger slain by the breath,
spring loves winter to death,
All that i have i'm sharing,
with the one that i'm caring,
she turns around from my staring,
to mock me...
i'll get high on forgiveness,
she can't see,
one day she'll have to live this,
without me,
wondering "just what is this",
SO angry,
Why can't we be?
Why can't we?
- Genre
- Anti-Pop