Not Anyone from Punctual by Misertus
Tracklist
| 5. | Not Anyone | 3:12 |
Lyrics
Serpent's surprise of the darkness getting thin
I suddenly want more
Sun singing desire of a common festival
I hold my head up to the eternal sky, and let it rain on me
So respectable in it's ministry
An open fold in this crease that takes the gold
A solemn thief in me, suffering in irony
So hideous, and I find that it won't sit and stare
Sometimes I think of red, and the colour turns me blue
Messages of hope and joy are better left unsaid
Making plans I thrived for them, to end up disposed again
Serving morality and a conscience torn instead
Watching as it seems, the lights seem to pass right over me
Never getting what I'd like in a world that's free
Just morose common decency
Summer wrote the cautious role that was spent, I'm descending
Into the youth of my time I wasted imagining
Wherever it's using the pen, or hearing thoughts in my head
I was told that it's a disease, and it could go as it pleased
Of this shrine I made sending seconds to myself
I'm still eroding
Still as I wake from the end, I'll lose my touch for the karmic mend
I'm leaving it just as decorations for a future that's yet untold
So far the life that was secondary is still knocking on the door
And I'm left there wanting more - all this pride and joy for someone who's not anyone
