purgation!

a curse that devil has put upon me
a path that has been shown to me
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the larger the crowd, the more i feel lonely

every heart i touch, turns into a rock
my words have lost, the power of comfort
i try to laugh, but i just get hurt
no i’m not complaining, not lamenting!
it’s just a way of life – that i’m used to living
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the larger the crowd, the more i feel lonely
the tighter the knots, the more i feel free
it’s not a crime, not a disease
just that – devil’s put a curse upon me.

yeah, the devil’s put a curse upon me
and it’s been so long since i’ve been singing
but no one seems to notice me
this ugly face of mine, is on display –
for you all to mock
and i can’t get a penny or a buck.
forever in this turmoil i am stuck
yes my friends,
the devil’s spit upon my luck
and every heart i touch, turns into a rock
my words don’t comfort – they hurt
i tried to walk, i tried to crawl
and every time i stood up i had to fall

no i’m not crying, not lamenting
its just a way of life that i’m used to living
the brighter it gets, the lesser i see
the tighter the knots, the more i feel free
call it my bad luck, call it irony
but i’ve been living life, on this debris
yes my friends, the devil’s put a curse upon me

i tried to walk, i tried to crawl
and every time i stood up i had to fall
but will it all end if i cease to fall?
will i be paralyzed if i choose not to crawl?
well i’m not so clever, but i’m not that dull
when there’s less to see, i see it all
the cowardice of women and men,
each one finds some other to blame
burning each day in this envious flame
[while i sit here,
dreaming,
every now and then,
of the touch of bliss that would wash me clean]

a second chance – for the thousandth time (revised)

Just added the last two stanzas to the first one. 

The things i owned,
were broken down,
shattered to pieces,
and scattered around

and… those that didn’t break
were considered fake
carefully collected,
and tied to the stake

i see my heart
in the pile of trash
thumping the music
for the fiery feast

thump thump… there it goes
thump thump… a clever act
thump thump… a clever atone
after all, it is made of stone.

thump thump…a seductive dance
thumpy thump…into the trance
thump thump…it goes on –
the beating of the stone heart!

a thousand oaths,
and a thousand escaped clearance
and thump thump… it goes, again,
awaiting, the second chance!

a second chance – for the thousandth time

The things i owned
were broken down
shattered to pieces,
and scattered around

and… those that didn’t break
were considered fake
carefully collected,
and tied to the stake

i see my heart
in the pile of trash
thumping the music
for the fiery feast

thump thump… there it goes
thump thump… a clever act
thump thump… a clever atone
after all, it is made of stone.