simpler days.

i heard there was a god,

who chose which place was yours.

heaven or hell, blasted as well,

but nothing retrieved from the start.

so i expanded this dream,

of simpler things and a person who chose all my life.

but these simpler things just became unwanted dreams

and now he’s got nothing to siphon.

because god ruined my faith by turning away

and cutting my wrists with a blade.

and if i had faith i’d ask him to take me away

;to reincarnate me as a dove.

where simpler dreams really know what they mean

and my wings keep me high, high above

the rest of those beings can continue their own dreams

and not have to worry about love.

but their lives seem so bleak when their dreams aren’t in ink.

and their hearts are lost with a king.

so i’ll sing my foul song about running along,

and hope some one hears its sweet ring.

for i cannot think

how your faith cannot shrink.

when life seems so hard to continue.

when i rattle and yawn,grow weak and wait for dawn.

when all i’ve ever done is feel misery.

when god made me think of such gruesome,

terrible things.

that have put me in my coffin by now.

so slay my own heart,

it had a rhythmic start

but faith has still put it to an end.

for my heart cannot think

but my brain shall not link to a faith that is tearing us apart.

i’ve lost my faith in simpler days,

but now i’ve been defeated.

a cheap little trick, that lets god keep his wits and leaves me a flying new dove.