75. In A Foreign Land

The feeling of mutuality in myself
Is my benality.
To dispose of the demons within
My hidden feelings.
To love and to hold myself
Is to fold.
I want to feel your prescence near
My decendants.
You all gave what you could to life
I know I should
But this feeling is getting weak
I can't help but weep.

Life through a lens
It all depends
On where you may stand.
And they way I'm feeling
I can't stop dreaming
In a foreign land.

My self-correspondance are document
To those that abhore me.
To gain their own bile through intimate shadows
It'll take a while.
To live an existence mundane
And commit genocide
Of those I truely loved once
Is over.
Take salvation over my body
It is a nation.
I only hope one day that
You understand my frustration.

Life through a lens
It all depends
On where you may stand.
And they way I'm feeling
I can't stop dreaming
In a foreign land.

To dream is to die in intimate surroundings.
Your own life
Is disposed of the gaping;
In your own life - Void.
To love and to loose
Is to pick and to choose.
The salvation that is craved by all
Is controlled by savage bores.
So with my final gaping breath
I'll choose to commit aggro
Treason in the universe is full on fine.
I'll live my life in reverse.

Life through a lens
It all depends
On where you may stand.
And they way I'm feeling
I can't stop dreaming
In a foreign land.