Ideas Never Die, But People Do

by xxkurtcobainxx   Aug 10, 2006


The sound of your voice pushes me on
I keep going, even though you're gone
Red mixes with pale white skin
There's some races you can never win

A number of corpses, one thousand exact
I searched through the ruins, and nothing's intact
"Burnt and broken like a lover's heart"
But beautiful and new like old gothic art

I run through the hallways, all time has ceased
You weren't like the others, I'll give you that at least
Smoke from your mouth mixes with the air
The quiet brown eyes and jet-black long hair

Knives slide through panicky feet
Once a good-bye, now "take a seat"
Falling through a carpet or rug
The overflowing tub I try to unplug

There's no reason for any trust
Our minds can't function under lust
Cotton clouds and lemonade dreams
An organized sport, but there are no teams

Every man for himself, we're all alone
A whispered conversation over the phone
Ideas cannot die but neither can they live
The only thing remembered is the legacy they give

You whisper treason into my ear
My vision was blurry but now it's clear
I've obliged to what you've always desired
How could we know the phone was wired

What is the meaning of the word love
Is it something bigger, something above
Or is it just a word, nothing to miss
Knowing you has answered this

Sacrifices were made, you at my side
It wasn't expected, the tears when you died
Too much feeling, and it won't leave
I'm doing this because I believe

An untainted gun, but bullets are fired
Too many dead, and I am tired
Recently perfect, but blood brings sin
A night occupied by whiskey and gin

The cocaine doses you stole are sold
A times comes when you're forced to fold
Running leaves me out of breath
No one gets to choose their death.

A kind of tribute to V For Vendetta.

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