Cimmerian: "Fade Away"
What’s heard is the trade, my words are exchange
For either making a mark or working the stain
Whatever floats your boat, whatever jerks your chain
Rhyme’s a victim of time, I’m a slave to its way
Strolling down memory lane- with a poke of a cane
Now yesterday falls apart into its broken remains
They say life’s a bitch, but I elope with the dame
Cause we can’t do no better, still hoping she’ll change
In love with this past, giving birth in the brain
My verse is a play, so this earth is the stage
Flying with the vibes that inflate on the page
Or drown in the all the color and the shades of gray
I’ll wade the waves just to pave the way
Never silent into the night, so I wrote in the day
With my words and ideas all fading away
My words and ideas all fading away.
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