The Telescopes

She Burn

The Telescopes


You watch me burn my hands
Stand by the brocken door
Smoke fills the room
My bones are ashes on the ground

You watch me burn my hands
These powder burns explode
And still you find that you
Can't stop watching yet

In disbelief control
These flames from nowhere hold
Me buried, scattered, all around
I cannot speak

In naked waste complete
Decaying at your leisure
So confused
And yet so nice to be unique

You cannot be sure

Revolving ups and downs of thoughts decayed by time
Telling you everything but listen to your lies
Time to destroy
But don't loose your head
And then you'll find
You cannot be sure

Choking mind provoking criticisms now
They drift away creating nothing anyhow
See how they run
Running away
And then you'll find
You cannot be sure

So hypnotised
Don't loose your mind

Under/over statements forced from deep within
Still you can't possess the strength please don't give in
Time to just be
Being with time
See how you'll find
You cannot be sure