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Frequency.

Two zero's and two two's as I write this song,
Time's so fast that it's so slow,
Tempted to crazy talk in numbers to you once more,
But I'm just on a run from the sun and I don't wanna feel it come.

Let the dark know,
I used to be at home but I don't know anymore,
So I'm asking you a question, why are you suddenly so cold?
The cold is creeping up in my mind and words,
Taking away the breath that helped me shape my words,
Would you let go?
It's there now between my lines and paralyzing my points,
Taking away the soul I believed you breathed into my songs,
And there I thought it made me tougher flesh, but I'm all bones,
'Guess now I know it was never the home I know, but do I want to let go?


Let the walls know,
I don't think I keep track of what I say anymore,
So if you hear something contradicting my older songs,
Know it's just because the dark is not my home anymore,
Am I finally gone?
The hours melt away but I'm not having any fun,
Forcing this verse through my fog but I feel it's cold,
The meaning and the reason are lost once again through the void
And I guess I'm saying all sorts of wrong if I say I miss the dark,
My home for so long, though it kicked out my heart.
Once again, treason by my feelings, 'cause this song should be for the hope and not the rope.

And it's a hundered and fifty four as I put a point to this note.

Author's Note

Pretty old...