Chaarzarul Rockett

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Upon waking, I could smell the roses
Calling me to their thorns
I clutched one of them, and felt their pain
And asked God, 'Why was I born? '
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There are ways to be wild, without being woody.
As there are ways to be bad, without being goody.
The scenes in the mountains could be scenes in the mall.
It's just a matter of taste, and how you stare at it all.
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While I was hitchin' rides
I started thinkin'
if I stay on this road
it's going to drive me to drinkin'
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Laying low like a snake
call it hybernation.
Once upon a time
I was a poison to this nation.
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I'm the flower you didn't see
when you looked upon the spreading tree.
I'm the truth you didn't see
when you read the book of catastrophe.
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I don't like to party
I only like to chill.
People don't impress me
and they probably never will.
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This life...
as short as it seems,
goes by slowy
enough time to be great.
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Love is a burden which seems light,
But shows it's weight when one takes flight.
It burns without fire
And gives strength without might.
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Born in a tavern to the King and Queen.
The King on the stage and the Queen on her stool.
No land to care for, no trade to learn,
Expected only to dance and play the court fool.
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I woke up this mornin'
Yea, well, I woke this mornin', and I
got myself a cold beer from Jim Morrison,
and I turned on the television.
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Mrs. Whitepants

Mrs. Whitepants lives in a house of sticks
Built upon some broken bricks.
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I am the hunter on the hill.
I seek eternal youth.
Tell me everything you know,
I want to know the truth.
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I don't mind wasting time
There's plenty of it.
Can't you see what's around you?
Nothing above it.
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Give me a path
Thin or wide.
Which direction
I'll decide.
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She
Upon dancing
Made me smile
And chase her violently
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Break my heart
Make me cry
Let me know what it's like
To want to die
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My love does not know me,
nor does she care.
My dreams, once spoken,
disappear into thin air.
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Go softly into the chamber of Death.
Surrender your purpose to the warmth of her breath
and let her drink away your strength.
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Lonely. Very lonely.)

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Soul Collector

Upon waking, I could smell the roses
Calling me to their thorns
I clutched one of them, and felt their pain
And asked God, 'Why was I born? '

And then, I saw the light above
The Sun, Moon, and Stars
I felt the ground beneath my feet
And history showed me scars.

Scars of men, gathering roses
To place above their beds
In the slumbering sweetness of lust
The price of such, their heads

So, I gained knowledge, I knew fear
I walked a many miles
To find the answer lying still
Like angry crocodiles.

For, I am the answer, I am the truth
I am the vessel to carry the way
And those who die may not follow me in life
But, in slumbering death, they may.

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