I used to know someone whose tales were taller than mountain tops,
He sang of a blasphemous staff and his songs were always in A minor...
His tongue spit poison,
And his ears were the gateway to his head,
And that's where he sat and read to me for eight years...
Tales of corruption, slander, and deception...
I would keep record to try and make connection to his head,
And that's where he sat and read to me for eight years...
"I will grow to be twelve feet tall before your very eyes,"
And I screamed, "Liar!"
In a matter of seconds, he had doubled in size,
And I screamed, "Liar!"
He looked down and said, "I'm twelve feet tall."
He spoke of truths I didn't believe at all...
I close my eyes and hide my face,
And promise myself that I would leave this place...
"I can walk through walls, I can walk through walls!
Why can't you? Why can't you?"
Somehow he passed through...
I just closed my eyes and repeated,
"I don't believe in you, I don't believe in you... I don't believe!"
If I bite my lip any harder, I'm choking on it,
I'll pound my chest and hit my leg because I don't want it...
I closed my eyes and hid my face,
And promised myself that I would leave this place...
So let it go...
But I am a fool to believe that I trust in my words as you do yours...
"I will swallow the entire ocean to do away with all that's pure!
Because I am hollow and it's the potion to do away with all my hurt!"
"This isn't happening! This isn't real! If can't see you, you are not there!"
You are not there...