A new song i scribbled. And I’m lazy so I didn’t feel like removing notes to myself within it. Deal with it, cunt.

C                        Csus4                        C

F                                    C

G G6 G7 G6

F                                    C

Harmonica.

Conceived from a thought, immaculately born,

Multiplying by coming to be

Too big for confusion too small to recognize

Fear only comes from the unseen.

Misery has no cure but it’s all that you feel

You’ve forgotten what feeling is like.

Complacency is your religion

I’d rather feel than just feel alright.

What if is uncertain, it could be what is

The future layed-out like a play

But on the stage no actors appear

Just somebody else’s grave.

It’s a story you know you wrote it three times

And then you read it six times more

The unwritten page of your memoirs remain

Your biography has a page torn

Inside a house with your name on the door

Ten strangers with guns appear

Run out of this place before you are lost

Burning pieces of things that are dear.

Get out of this place it haunts and infects

Each soul that pass through it’s door.

But you want to stay here, living on fear

Each day as the next days chore.

Your mirror reflects nothing but false hopes and lies

Your ego shines and grows white

But all that you know terrorizes your soul

Helping you up as you walk to the light.

Harmonica.

High up in the sky, the heavens await

Salvation and peace they sell.

Blind faith is your soul and that’s all that you know

A cure to the sins of your hell.

A prophet of lies will severe all ties

Give me belief in exchange for your fear

But he steals them in order to make them his own

To give reason behind his tears

You read ‘bout the world and the problems you see

As the world moves right under your eyes

But you don’t know yourself and your blind to your hell

You can’t see that you’re living a lie.

The prophet is blind as the faith that you place

Heed my word do not follow my life

But follow him home in the kaleidoscope window

You see him beat up a wife

Not clear enough to see through but still blinding you

It covers your face as you cry

But your tears are belief and they run down your face

Leaving no path ‘cause your eyes have gone dry

Life goes on each day through a storm that you make

Understanding can wait a day

Bur there is no tomorrow you can search ‘til you die

Everything will become today.

Harmonica.