Cataphonia from Dark Matter by Tones From The Underground

Cataphonia

I wear this peace
like a cloak of broken glass
A wheeled statue on a treadmill
Stroboscope life
of suspended animation
Time flies
with your winged wishes
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years

I believe, therefore I am
I'm nothing if I don't act on my beliefs
Just a tease, a pseudo-life left empty
I believe, I believe I believe too much

Cataphonia

In a rush to stand still see who can stand still the fastest
Balanced on that thin line between patience and laziness
Floating in your face always almost, tasted
A carrot on a string
In love with the idea
Slit today's wrists, it'll bleed into years

I bleed; therefore I am
I'm nothing static, at peace
Words we speak are just contaminated air
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I haven't bled enough

The pot of gold is the rainbow

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