I am the line
I hold you near
There is no burden left to bear
I can see clear
You’re in suspension
You know no love
There is no story left to tell
You have no wisdom to pass on
I am the soul of absolution
No man can hide his own illusion
My hands are crippled from the pain
You are the splinter in my vein
You put your head between your hands
And understand nothing it has
I feel the answers keep you scared
I’ve put the harm inside myself
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmmm
I am the line
I hold you near
There is no burden left to bear
I can see clear
I am perfected
I know no void
I have no conscience to keep clear
I understand there’s nothing more
You try to kid yourself with questions
Bleeding inside for some correction
I found you tied unto the cross
Your judgment owns your every thought
You know my words all mean the same
You’ve buried here to isolate
Into this prison in your mind
Where you were born without a spine
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmmm
When did you stop caring?
And in your summer sky and in the air:
I must be kind of nice. I’m not dictating how this is going down, not at all. It’s hard to dictate when you just allow it all to happen though. Not a good trait in an megalomanical genius trying to take over the world, but I’d settle for just taking over the refridgerator at this point.
And the shadows they left as they found us…
Thinking about ordering the Sims 3 so it arrives at my house on the release date…. Amazon is so cool, and so scary.

