Thursday, February 24, 2005

my Creed

a very cliche'd band.. with very cliche'd music.. and cliche'd lyrics.. but yet i listen.. i take comfort in the angst.. a deep roaring voice, pain tearing at its edges.. carried over by the rending notes.. the eerie C-chord..

I can't find the rhyme in all my reason, Lost sense of time and all seasons
Feel I've been beaten down, By the words of men who have no grounds
Can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom, When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths, Can drive a man to bleed from inside out

i don't know why people have to be this way.. i don't know why i have to be this way, why i let what people say affect me.. "detach, detach!" i keep telling others, and yet, how often do i do it myself?

What makes you touch? What makes you feel?
What makes you stop and smell the roses in an open field?
What makes you unclean?


what is it inside me that makes me the person i am? genes.. environment? what is the life in me made of? i think, therefore i am.. really?!

She wears a coat of color, Loved by some, feared by others
She's immortalized in young men's eyes
Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers, Violent sons make bitter mothers
So close your eyes, here's your surprise
The Beautiful is empty.. Beautiful is free.. Beautiful loves no one
Beautiful stripped me

yes.. alas.. i let Beauty get under my skin.. and she ripped me apart, and tore me to shreds.. another of life's lessons learned so bitterly!

The rage in my eyes, Could have compared to the eye of a sun
Then rain, Took it's course through the hands of the Son


my passions, my desires.. they are mine entirely. i have found myself, and every day, as it passes.. i grow, and i live life again.. one with no regrets, so that i sleep easy and can look myself in the eye,with no guilt.

I see your soul, it's kind of gray, I see your heart, you look away
You see my wrist, I know your pain, I know your purpose on your plane
Don't say a last prayer, Because you could never find, What's this life for


and yet.. the angst in my soul does not leave.. it resides in a permanent corner there.


yes, Creed shall live on with their music.

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