Cracks on the wall

All the terms have failed
All my heads are tails
All i have known was wrong
All i had was gone

i thought i heard him scream
i thought i knew why
i'm loosing grounds and gaining speed...
lost it all in my sleep
dried his patience till its tip
from 5 ft 6 to six foots deep
so i let him be,
and he set me free
now i live in my mind
and stay on the edge
its beautiful here
and beautiful there

i knew the truth
and could make it rhyme
the words where worthless
and a waste of time

am not totally gone,
just on the edge,
its safe because its not,
i live for all its worth.

am confused in whats true or false
but i never stopped writing it
facts in  fiction, vision or dream
wont stop still my heart caves in.


lost?
wont know until i cant find my way
wont care because there's less to pay
wont ask because there are all the same
the heads the tails my bags of shame

Back from the end
the lingering fingers of desire
hav'en thirsted real sweetness..
its juice still lingers
am i impressed?..no!
do i want to go back? ...yes!
pointless struggle
tis all a waste of time

there is no telling
the darkness of your mind
there is not telling of
pleasures of twos and threes
no castles of trust bought
tis all a waste of time

the song has been sang
the misery was over
and now it beckons again
the start of all things.
am i impressed ...no
do i want to go back ...yes.

from the sneeze to the heat stroke
there was love ,scorn and love again
from no shoes to the fallen bucket
there is light, dark and light again

and then it remains true
there is now no secrete,
we were empty and void
u could not believe me
because in the end all in all
we see a wasted land
in the golden framed picture
and we leave by and by
until the horn is blown
am i impressed..no
do i want to go back ...yes