The Russian Futurists

Sentiments Vs. Syllables

The Russian Futurists


If my time's up then please don't wake me, And if I word stuff far too vaguely
It's because things don't mean much to me lately,
Enjoy it boy it's ending, past and patent pending
In black and white like your dreams
It's sentiments and syllables and still it pulls and rips you apart at the seams
Is life a tight vice as each new day breaks? Is your heart like ice, or is that your game face?
Could lightning strike twice in the same place?
It could never happen, the ship sinks with the captain
Take a deep breath and let go
Enjoy it boy it's ending, past and patent pending
I guess you reap what you sow
It's concealing the hurting using heavy wording
In black and white like your dreams
It's sentiments and syllables and still it pulls and rips you apart at the seams
We've been stalling this stitch in time, We think about all things and sit and sigh
It's summer, fall, spring demystified
Enjoy it boy it's ending, past and patent pending
In black and white like your dreams
It's sentiments and syllables and still it pulls and rips you apart at the seams
You must think what I say is absurd, And laugh as I fill up this page with words
But is it enough to cage this bird?
It could never happen, the ship sinks with the captain
Take a deep breath and let go
Enjoy it boy it's ending, past and patent pending
I guess you reap what you sow
It's concealing the hurting using heavy wording
In black and white like your dreams
It's sentiments and syllables and still it pulls and rips you apart at the seams