[Lyric] Mind F***ed

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    [Lyric] Mind F***ed

    Can't think of a name... Bollocks.
    Anyways, write this quite a while ago, took nearly the whole day to perfect it (if thats what you want to call it). Found it's old post about 10mins ago, didn't get many comments, hoping you can cure that though :) The lyric sort of reflects my level of instanity and ability to mentally function (Yay).

    The tune to the song was inspired by many of Muse's melodies (Although the lyrics are completely original - to my knowledge). Not the Alt-rock side of Muse, but rather the psychedelic tone.


    __________________________

    As clarity ends, my mind opens
    Crispness, replaced by intrigue.
    As the world fades away, I find my place.
    In my head I find my solace;
    My padded room, my play pen
    Where right and wrong aren't defined.
    My tiny cell where harm cannot find me.

    My friends are here, ALL of them
    Imagination,
    my creative friend, with lots of fun ideas.
    Conscience,
    my stuffy, law-abiding friend
    Testosterone,
    my crazy, alcoholic friend

    In this cell, we play
    In this cell, we debate
    In this cell, we fight
    Conscience and testosterone never agree,
    they always fight and argue.
    They annoy me,
    they always antagonize me...
    They should go away...
    This is my cell.

    They are gone,
    Imagination and I strangled them.
    Conscience first, because testosterone helped
    and conscience never fights.
    Testosterone was more difficult, he fought...
    They died, and disappeared.
    Now its just imagination and I
    We talk of far away places, new inventions and ideas
    It is fun. I don't have to focus on now or tomorrow.

    I've grown bored with imagination,
    He's always happy and optimistic...
    He's stupid... he doesn't know anything about how the world works
    It's his time now... I don't want him.
    I asked him to show me a neat way to commit suicide;
    He did.

    Now its just me,
    Now its just my padded room.
    Sometimes I miss my friends and our debates,
    but they were a hassle.
    Now I have quiet...
    now I have thinking time...
    and absolutely nothing to think about.
    _________________________

    One problem I have this is trying to think of something to replace the word 'Crispness' with. Can't think what though. Was thinking 'confusion', tis a bit cliche though.




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