Leh/Ladakh!! 2004!!

IN NARCOMA

im living in the pacified
a need to opiate shall arise
then i will walk over and ask
can i please borrow one last

there are senses and there is void
a little oblivion and a ceratain paranoid
so they left me to be
as i came back to where i started

now im falling back
back to where the mist began

but it comes and takes me over like a need for some sleep
its just another of its ways
so now it shall ask me how the feel still feels
in narcoma and closer to death

no wonder they call the mad
when the mad dont come themselves
they think its easier said than done
to defeat those who have never won

we arent still there but i can feel me reach
an undertow hanging like a thread
so now it shall ask me to wash my blood and bleach
in narcoma and cloaser to death

today the mad shall think its their day
they gonna fight and imagine them win
aint gonna care for the times we had to light
just a pyre and the burning at night

the question that was asked still remains so
but the times they have been a changed
now we can cry and hang our heads in shame
but its too late and they wont wait

walk the plateau, take a breath , call me insane
i take a drag and lie back on bed
make a temple, do a deed , take my other name
in narcoma and closer to death.


This would lead not only to the creation to me gmail id but hold way more significance than anything. Quit it already, me, no!!