Saturday, September 10, 2005

Rest In Pieces
Endless Rush

The police told you to get down
Your mother told you to get down
And you did ---
Off the other side of the ledge
Right over the edge

You always said
"Never go bungee jumping without a rope."
You just did it, Nike style

A broken heart can't be that bad
Maybe just a little tad
But your heart already died
The moment she left you for Dick
That day you answered the phone
The second she hung up
You just went down

Why are you rushing down?
Where do you think you are going now?
Are you killing the pain or is it killing you?

Do you still love fast thrills
Now that you accelerate at that rate
Down away from cruel fate?

It seemed ages since you hit the pavement
But why do you still feel no conclusion?
Your fingers were long dead cold
But why do you feel like burning?

Your soul fell past that explosion
Flesh and bone in bloody motion
You have just begun the transition
Hurtling through the endless stratosphere of hell
Eversince the time you fell
Off the edge and into the fire

You will never stop falling since you jumped
God told you to get down.


++ posted by Tristram at 8:51 PM 0 comments



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