Numb.

With a tired disposition
I'm retreating deep inside

There is no deprevation
with no senses anyway.

Could you feel again today?

Hunger.

Time to open your doors up
inhale another chemical stew.

With your big imagination
did you dream up this creation?

Or did it impose itself on you?

Wake up.

There's a sun
still burning in your eyes.

Stand up.

So we can look
through your disguise.

Wake up.

There's something more
to this life than pain.

Stand up.

The world is waiting
for you to smile again.

Time.

Marches forward with the lies.

Did you think it ever stopped,
could you look me in the eyes?

And tell me everything
you ever meant to say?

War.

Is being fought beyond the wall.
Can you hear your mother call?

Did you remember?

What it was like to be let down,
or to be picked up the ground.

Can you show me?

07/09/2004

Author's Note: I was trying to write a song. But seeing as I've been listening to nothing but Pink Floyd's "The Wall" for two weeks, I just wrote a bonus track.

Posted on 07/09/2004
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