Incubus

by **mcZu** » Oct 10th, '09, 20:29

Don’t trust blindly make sure you blind the trust
Otherwise you’ll end up cuffed
In hindsight I blame my trust in people
But I can’t help it... (why?) I can’t help helping people
Take it as a weakness or it’s sequel
It has weakened my trust ‘cause it’s simple
If you fuck one another up over a weekend-
You bound to lose your credentials
Men do keep resorting to racism
They’re like.. how can all these thoughts be racing in him
Young, colored and smart dressed in a shirt and denim
I mean.. sure you can send ‘em
A message; but if they’re close minded…
Who’ll ensure that the enclosed signs are signed with
The intension of keeping it tense
While mentioning each tense
And granting attention to the incense
I mean it’s all smoke and mirrors in sense of illusions
Delusions keep secluding me from cruising
I felt like I was losing so I prayed for an answer
Please stop the pain, I don’t wanna live in a grand hell sir
One must brace the pain.. to feel the true grandeur
That’s what he answered...
So I end the slur and try to cope with the depression
Retire from these feelings and confessions (though)
There aint no guarantee that happiness is included in my pension
And son, I’m trying to escape the inescapable
Trying to avoid the unavoidable
Though the void in my life is able to
Help my exes to haunt me like Sabretooth (the sad truth...)