Torrential floods and rain always coursing through my brain,
Quintessentially insane, inhumane is my disdain,
Bleeding freely to the beat like a pulmonary vein,
If I ever find my feet, I can strain against the chain,
Like I'm kneeling to a despot, rotting in a dead spot,
Broken in my soul I'm only hoping for a head shot,
Open up my dome, the only way you'll ever see inside of me,
My mental home, come and pray for whatever is driving me,
I digress in my quest getting the weight off my chest,
Nevertheless, I do confess that I can never acquiesce,
With the part of me bartering and battling my authority,
Haughtily slaughtering conformity in me, no faltering,
Absorbency accordingly the natural topography,
Of my dichotomy, sponging pain from my biography,
Where the blood builds, taken from where the blood spills,
I don gills, thus escaping from what the flood kills,
Can't help but feel that the two of me's overdoing me,
Moving and losing me in the struggle to gain immunity,
Emotionally groping serenity in the best of times,
While dark lines bring a side of me set to sit and die,
So I just sit and cry, laugh at what I feel inside,
And let the river drive me to misery as I sit and ride,
I owe apologies dealing with my psychology,
Cause psychologically you can't follow my ideology,
No conformist, envision me mentally I'm enormous,
Seeing from four eyes till I'm stricken with rigor mortis.
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/venting-vt21906.htmlQuintessentially insane, inhumane is my disdain,
Bleeding freely to the beat like a pulmonary vein,
If I ever find my feet, I can strain against the chain,
Like I'm kneeling to a despot, rotting in a dead spot,
Broken in my soul I'm only hoping for a head shot,
Open up my dome, the only way you'll ever see inside of me,
My mental home, come and pray for whatever is driving me,
I digress in my quest getting the weight off my chest,
Nevertheless, I do confess that I can never acquiesce,
With the part of me bartering and battling my authority,
Haughtily slaughtering conformity in me, no faltering,
Absorbency accordingly the natural topography,
Of my dichotomy, sponging pain from my biography,
Where the blood builds, taken from where the blood spills,
I don gills, thus escaping from what the flood kills,
Can't help but feel that the two of me's overdoing me,
Moving and losing me in the struggle to gain immunity,
Emotionally groping serenity in the best of times,
While dark lines bring a side of me set to sit and die,
So I just sit and cry, laugh at what I feel inside,
And let the river drive me to misery as I sit and ride,
I owe apologies dealing with my psychology,
Cause psychologically you can't follow my ideology,
No conformist, envision me mentally I'm enormous,
Seeing from four eyes till I'm stricken with rigor mortis.
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