FrustratedFrustratedIt is so frustratingstanding and sittingconstantly waitingfor something I do not have
Dream of DeathDream of DeathHere I lie in a pool of bloodlooking up at the sky abovethinking on how morbid this may seemas I lie dying here in my dream
All My knowledgeAll My knowledgeAll my knowledge has seem to passmy head now filled with senseless trashwhat I use to know I know no longermaking me feel quite somberEverything I once knew in my headis now filled with things that made it diemaybe I should read a book insteadyet here I am as I wonder whyThere were things I knew how to dothings that I know no longeras I try and figure it all outsometimes I feel as if I just want to shoutI have so many ideasideas that I could have made workyet I play mindless gameswhich keep me from obtaining my own fame
Flowing MistFlowing MistSee it there swirling through the airwhat it is we cannot sayfor what it is it will not stayperhaps will come back one daypatterns many it continually makeslike an intricate dancesomething that will disappearat but a mere touchour eyes follow its movementyet can never tellwhat it will ever beno longer sure if it's for us to seethe eerie movement passes to our mindfor what it is we will never findbeing there within our sightleaving behind it's eternal bite
Dancing GypsyDancing GypsyDancing Gypsy gliding through the airas we all stop to watch and stareenchanting us without a careas she dances flying through the airputting us all into a trancewe cannot help but watch her dancesuch beauty for us all to seehers she will make us be.lost under her spellwhere we must go we can never tellbecoming hers when we felllost forever within her spella warning to you others fairif you see a dancing gypsy bewarefor it will be unto you a snareshe will draw you in without a care.
Beginning to EndBeginning to EndIt's sad to see what can never bewhat was meant for menow nothing will ever bethe pain became great before lateleaving us in this statedrowning in our fearssuddenly washed away by tearsstriking us one by onewe begin to slowly runaway from what we do not knowwe are what we've becomeleaving behind traces to somenow that we are doneno one knowing we have won