har en gammal textrad jag kan dryfta med herrarna...
who will come to rescue
falling through tides
is there a thought spared, as it all collides?
Bended his conciusness, tensioned the mind
white turns to grey and there is nothing to find.
hammering down, so cruel lifes lane
is this all, is he insane?
life flows through his veins, accelerating pace
the dreams get crushed, smashed in his face
peaceful in darkness, violent in light
resting an hiding at dark, or longing to fight
so massive the urge, the screams in his mind
craving for strength to rest, to sleep for all time
who will come to rescue
falling through tides
is there a thought spared, as it all collides?
Bended his conciusness, tensioned the mind
white turns to grey and there is nothing to find.
EDIT: lite edit ja
är den för värdelös och deppig/töntig eller nåt?