i'm feeling out of balance
circumstance has me in a trance
you know it's times like these
that we should dance & dwell in romance
take me all the way
making our short days
reasons to play
wake the dead
like my head
&
turn this water
divine red
now the adrenalin starts to spread
see the dead alive instead
& the rocks turning to sweet bread
i've only had a glance
of your inmence importance
without you i'm out of balance
my circumstance holds me in a trance
it's here we will have to fucking dance
i really know what i need
you've already begun to feed
this feeling no longer a seed
& i have no more blood to bleed
can you feel me?
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Copyright 2004 sixsixnine matthew parkey II *669*
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