KUNST, CULTUUR EN MYTHOLOGIE

KUNST, CULTUUR, MYTHOLOGIE
OMLIJST DOOR MUZIEK

donderdag 22 november 2012

SWIM OR DROWN? START SWIMMING


 

I'm waiting for another day
I'm waiting for the clock to reach the six and twelve
I'm waiting for a holiday
I'm waiting for myself
(x2)

And all I seem to hear is; Stop, Stop
I'm cathing up on you
Don't leave me behind
I can't see a soul out here
It's Dark, Dark
I'm catching upon you

And all I wonder is; Why?
Why did I try to stop running?
Why?
What am I running for?

Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running a all?
If i dared, I'd choose to swim
But it's safer on the shore
Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running a all?
I would die to get away
But I fear to even more

I'm waiting for another day
The last one was so desperately disappointing
I can't seem to focus on what I've done
Or where I've been
I can't see
Nobody here

And all I seem to hear is; Stop, Stop
I'm cathing up on you
Don't leave me behind
I can't see a soul out here
It's Dark, Dark
I'm catching up on you

And all I wonder is; Why?
Why dis I try to stop running?
What am I running for?

Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running a all?
If i dared, I'd choose to swim
But it's safer on the shore
Do you remember why we started running?
Do you remember why we're running a all?
I would die to get away
But I fear to even more

I would rather stay here the rest of my life
I would rather stay here the rest of my life
Cause I would rather stay here the rest of my life
Then close my eyes

I would rather stay here the rest of my life
I would rather stay here the rest of my life
Cause I would rather stay here the rest of my life
Then close my eyes and start swimming
(x2)

Close my eyes and start swimming
Close my eyes and start swimming


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Visionary warrior
Erotic eyes search and deceive
Evaluating plans
To go your own way.
Masters of the system
Self-proclaimed Lothario
In safe perimeters
No conflict but no room to grow

Drowning on the land
I tried to walk on water
It always looked much different
From the other side
As I turned away
I thought I heard you say
Swim or drown my friend
Swim or drown

Mercenary fever
Dreams with suicidal themes
I have to find my place
I'll go my own way.
Master of resistance
Following the sirens call
Dying to be born
In the darkness of the morn.

There's no need pretending
There's happy endings
They always were so hard to believe.
So take your last breath
And swim until your death
To the alter of disorder

Dissident disciple
Seeking views close to the edge
A human zoo display
The chill of skin to fire
The look of eyes that turn away
The look of drowning man
Not knowing they are bordering slaves.

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