the more that i know the less that i mean
and the more that i know the less that i dream
the more they tell me the less that i be
and the more i want the less that i see
the more i listen to the less that i hear
straight in one end and out this ear
and the more i think the less that i believe
what i shall do shall be returned onto me
and the more it seems to care
the more i open my mouth and dare
but it's opening it's loud, loud jaws to devour me
to erase this mind from the sea of memory
to erase
is to capture me
and to know me
is to want me
but to want me
you must need me
as to know me
is to hate me
for you to love me
you must surely be faking
and to fake me
is to leave me
and break me
as it has always been
the more i know the less i want to be
and the more i fear the less i want to be
here
but there remains a light shining bright
brilliant shimmers in the fogs of night
a last, single hope that if left too long
will float, float
forgotten it will float
it's light so fresh in my mind
will dim and suffocate and drown
drown away
and the more i listen the less that i know
and the more i want the less that i grow
the more i give the less that i see
what has been done
has been done unto me
by me
float, float
drift away
float, float
drift away
quick
run away |
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