Wrote up this verse and started on a second one but lost concentration so nothing was flowing right. I'll write it later, I suppose. I'm fucking dieing from not being able to record.
The beat it's written to: http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=9546082
Let the mortar crumble and I'm falling to pieces
put the Jenga back together as I crawl in the sheets,
sit underneath... a flashlight, a couple of hours
while the puzzle devours.. my last life last night,
nothing but cowards, with a last right testament
the best of men, would have come undone... not me
Swap these, rose petals off for a century of memories
and those better off than the rest of me, (in time)
the rest of me will fit into a box marked 'destiny' or die,
the clocks start 'nowhere', you go there and stamp it
with a package marked 'damaged'..
Damnit let me have it.. I don't care, fact is
we don't spare, the willow for the rain, fill the tank
get away, in your dreams til the storm stops screaming..
form thoughts of panic then can it,
here's a.. pillow for the pain you can have it,
(Take it..)
HOOK:
Listen to the sketches I had left upon the edges
of your back, still intact where the scars remain perfect
Impressions, infact it would lessen the worth if,
a lesson were taught or direction to work with, at all..