Need help with a Chorus-Cynics Nightmare Head Game Extreme

Cynic’s nightmare head game extreme.

Hmmm help me with a chorus ?


How would you feel If someone informed you that your higher power
was a fake like wiz of Oz with greatest fears, lack of heart in this last hour?
What you thought was your inspiration and muse
only ended up being 6 years a fool who chased their own tail for unwritten clues.
How the mind can fixate to a self indulged lie
or is it a tricky masked forked tongue with intent to make you deny.
Some say belief makes things real,
but even the image of Santa Clause at that certain age we tend to kill.
How do we know what is really within
when this human life is based on lessons involving sin?
What if you dived down below to discover a jewel only to leave behind when you came up for air.
You can never find it again, but do you remember what you discovered down there?
What do we keep within us in this life or do the lessons just simply take flight?
When we stumble we lose faith and sight.
We let people lead us away from our own visions.
I have to be a fool that learns lessons based on my own decisions.
I cannot be swayed by the contenders tongue
who ho wants to muddle my thoughts and taint it all in a song well sung?
I want to believe in the colored pretty lie.
I want to gaze upon it's many facets of false hope that keeps me from wanting to die.
So if you don’t mind I think I am going to take a drink
of this ale so I can absorb why you want me to believe all these fairy tale things that you want me to think.
It's the rubber band I can’t stand and that you offer that instead of the real thing.
You fear pulls you away then your back close to me and it’s the after effect that makes it sting.
Where's the freak'n Easter Bunny when you need him.
Somebody told me he was re-producing sin.
Well in that case "Hey bunny man I need a fix
and afterward can ya lend me a hand and make them stop playing head game tricks? "
Hey, look up into in the sky what a lovely dove
and then I heard you say "Awe pretty dove won't you please fly down from above and bite the head off a lovely thing called love?"
I don't know what you’re doing to my dreams, but you took me through this cynic’s nightmare head game extreme.
K
March 2006
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err I got myself .. lol or a friend helped .. but now condensing .. arrrghgh for publishing sake ..