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Don’t disturb the beast, the temperamental goat, the snail, while he’s feeding on the rose. Stay frozen, compromise. What I will I am. Bend around the wind-the silently blown about. Again, I’m treading so soft. And lightly compromising my will, I am. I am I will so no longer will I lay down, lay dead, play your doe in the headlights-locked down and terrified. Your deer in the headlights-shut down and horrified-when push comes to pull, comes to shove, comes to step around this self-destructive dance that never would’ve ended till I rose. I roared aloud. Here, I will I am. I am I will, so no longer will I lay down, play dead, play this beat down, gun-shy martyr-pitiful. I rose. I roared. I will. I will.
-A Perfect Circle
(That took the better of 45 min to translate music to text. But you're worth it.)
JP
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| | Posted 3/15/2006 7:55 PM - 8 Views - 2 eProps - 2 comments
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