siyou
03-06-2011, 07:09 AM
Solitude between the Intervals... (Medicate)
It's the beauty that we put unto that makes us beautiful
converting time into effort and effort into self worth
To shave the ugliness outside of us into something tangible
Tangible but not obtainable... The paint, the shadows, the work of beauty's birth
To lay the barren wastes of a time, the distracted time we've to waste...
Brushes like we're making an art to the way we look
Colors like we're not colorful enough to suit the everyday taste
We have become but the priceless art on the cover of a fictitious book
The fictitious book of the way we live our lives...
It's the beauty that we put unto that makes us beautiful
converting time into effort and effort into self worth
To shave the ugliness outside of us into something tangible
Tangible but not obtainable... The paint, the shadows, the work of beauty's birth
To lay the barren wastes of a time, the distracted time we've to waste...
Brushes like we're making an art to the way we look
Colors like we're not colorful enough to suit the everyday taste
We have become but the priceless art on the cover of a fictitious book
The fictitious book of the way we live our lives...