1967

 ‎1967

Trapped in the pavement, locked in the basement. Live in your doll ways, fake in all ways as you sew shut your eyes, can't see past the lies. I'm just walking down the track, been to paradise and I wanna get back, you know I've seen things that'd drive you outta your mind, good thing I've left all the ideas of man behind. Can you hear the sweet sound? The silent sound of perfection, I hear it and see it in my self, cause I just can't keep the connection. Things that free ourselves, and never tells us what to do, is only found within our soul, just look at your own reflection.

Written by Johnny Blade
Posted on 11-25-12