1. Hardly
2. If Born From This Soil
3. For The World
Hardly
I am a memory, I never existed And now I am nothing.
Her name, a single word Melts me, takes me to the ground. Only alive,
canít she see Iím destroyed by yesterdays. And do I gain? I
could only Dream For chance to side with me, Inquire, ingest, implode.
Let this not be the disassemblance of me. Another night with arms
still empty. Iím destroyed. And do I gain? Or just fall.
If Born From This Soil
This world is a burden And it disgusts me.
I want to deny it, Its inhabitants and their possessions. Iím embarrassed
to know This soil produced me. Iím dying to be elsewhere, Trying
not to belong in a nature Of impulse and self indulgence. A brother
to none, my kinship lies elsewhere. I am separate and loyal to no
one, If born from this soil. Iím embarrassed to know you; you do
not represent me. a likeness only in structure, Not in mind.
I vow to never belong to anyone Born from this soil A people that follows
blindly Will not reprimand me.
For The World
Poured myself out: I am the empty cup My hope has
died away And my tolerance faded. How can I keep Stability On such
shaky ground? Prayers that a smile will flag me down. Sadly
Iíve learned thereís no truth in comfort; Well-being stems not from love.
Anguish proves to be my only means of solace, Yet I want to be held by
anyone, With any arms I spend another morn alone In a world that rejects
me. A public unkind, laced with apathy. This oneís for the
world: I hate you. Life could get no colder; Iím living out a dying
cell, But I can pull through.