Interior Facades
The sky is a better veil than a light,
The stars are just holes in the tarp of the night,
And when I look at the mask of her face I see the same,
Just another bright mystery except this one has a name,
Such a pretty face makes you wonder how ugly on the inside,
Just try to find her you'll see how well she can hide,
But I'm tired of looking; I always told you who I am,
But your affections are more like an emotional scam.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone,
But a false prophet can't even predict the past,
But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I've circumvented the circumstance and I'm still not sure of a thing,
But if you get slapped too hard by your own rage you might not live to feel the sting,
But maybe the hurt's the only thing still holding you together,
Because the burden carries the weight of the world and your will's as light as a feather,
But it's easy to miss; the mirror seldom shows the defects,
All you get is the mirrored image of prospects; suspects and rejects,
So you call it something just to say you understand,
And your soul migrates to the safest ideal and you're left the living corpse of a man.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone,
But a false prophet can't even predict the past,
But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I know it's what she is that matters as I examine the fossils of what she was,
But her favorite philosophy is just-because, But you can't even get past hello with this kind of reason,
That diffident bite of the lower lip is nothing short of self treason,
There's a world of chaos trying to order love,
And it's fooled and suspicious of the stars above,
The hurt inside is the father of all earthly desire,
But the way we love's like fighting fire with fire.
You have to scratch the surface before you dig to deep,
Stop being motivated by emotion instead of feeling,
We think we can get what we need by sacrificing what we want,
And we think we're giving when we're really stealing.
The stars are just holes in the tarp of the night,
And when I look at the mask of her face I see the same,
Just another bright mystery except this one has a name,
Such a pretty face makes you wonder how ugly on the inside,
Just try to find her you'll see how well she can hide,
But I'm tired of looking; I always told you who I am,
But your affections are more like an emotional scam.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone,
But a false prophet can't even predict the past,
But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I've circumvented the circumstance and I'm still not sure of a thing,
But if you get slapped too hard by your own rage you might not live to feel the sting,
But maybe the hurt's the only thing still holding you together,
Because the burden carries the weight of the world and your will's as light as a feather,
But it's easy to miss; the mirror seldom shows the defects,
All you get is the mirrored image of prospects; suspects and rejects,
So you call it something just to say you understand,
And your soul migrates to the safest ideal and you're left the living corpse of a man.
You have to dig deep to reach the surface, Wring the blood from your heart; bang your head against the stone,
But a false prophet can't even predict the past,
But what of the damage done if you accidently hit the bone.
I know it's what she is that matters as I examine the fossils of what she was,
But her favorite philosophy is just-because, But you can't even get past hello with this kind of reason,
That diffident bite of the lower lip is nothing short of self treason,
There's a world of chaos trying to order love,
And it's fooled and suspicious of the stars above,
The hurt inside is the father of all earthly desire,
But the way we love's like fighting fire with fire.
You have to scratch the surface before you dig to deep,
Stop being motivated by emotion instead of feeling,
We think we can get what we need by sacrificing what we want,
And we think we're giving when we're really stealing.
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Writer(s): Michael Lee Mcguire
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