| Feelings of What? Normal, they are not. What we soe, we reap. When it comes time to pay your dues, it doesn't come cheap. I lay awake at night, wondering if I might, one day, some how, any way find someone that will help me make the world pay for what they have done to my soul mates I can't waits until the bill is paid in full can you feel the pull? My eternal torment, tugs at me with a hope of an informant of what lies within, of what then? Will this question let me win the prize that is the truth? Laying dormant, my torment sets free the bonds by which I am grasped, how much time has lasped, since the time I was brought into this world? How long have I been held captive? With every incounter of a new soul, you have to pay a heavy toll, whether it be emotional or phyiscal, this aint no fucking musical! it isn’t planned or practiced! There is no song coach, Thick and twistid is the path I walk, my mouth is sewn, as not to talk, Is there a light to lead the way, or in hell will I stay? |