Morning comes too early. And night time falls too late. And sometimes all I want to do is wait. The shadow I've been hiding in has fled from me today.
Subconscious Strange Sensation. Unconscious relaxation. What a pleasant nightmare. And I can't wait to get there again. Every time I close my eyes. There's another vivid surprise.
I remember when we were so young. You embraced my fears and made me strong. Never did you actually hold my hand. Your silence no one else would understand.
He seemed no different from the rest. Just a healthy normal boy. His mama always did her best. And he was daddy's pride and joy. . He learned to walk and talk on time.
6th Degree - Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence. . I. OVERTURE. . II. ABOUT TO CRASH -. . She can't stop pacing. She never felt so alive. Her thoughts are racing.
(Past). Shine - lake of fire. Lines take me higher. My mind drips desire. Confined and overtired. . Living this charade. Is getting me nowhere. Can't shake this charade.
Headline: "Murder, young girl killed. Desperate shooting at Echo's Hill. Dreadful ending, killer died. Evidently suicide". . A witness heard a horrifying sound.
To rise, to fall. To hurt, to hate. To want, to wait. To heal, to save. . Can't hear it, we fear it. Awareness won't come near it. Distractive, reactive.