Hemphazard

In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.
In the haze of my breath i see beauty that dont exist.

it's over now







Hemphazard\ Odes to the postmodern century (2004)

Driving insane

we all need friends in the depths of negativity

ignorance can be relief when knowledge is secluted

the playground is full hitchhikers who are wet and deep

all our paths are crossed when we lose it

I was already a ration refugee

the smaller the curve the bigger the turn descended

in the haven traffic, diamonds and jewels deplete

worthless compared to self-fulfillment wanted

sides are been chosen carefully

empty hands are lined up and the bomb has been planted

tomorrow we have a new fusion to beat

but for now, the pause has been impregnated

we separate ourselves from unity

and unite in what needs to be kept separated

we all need an nemesis for our retubution is weak

love is a myth so my words are forged by hatred