[Lost] The After Party.

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( Drinking About Life )

Not a Fiction - Am i Dreaming?

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This is not a fiction. Except in that it is written IC by Steampunk, and is going to be added to his repetoire of musical songs 'what he wrote'. Its also a bit of an insight into his mind, his perceived lack of creativity, and his slowly waning clarity. This isn't a poem, and is actually supposed to be sung in a style that Linkin Park seems to enjoy - Half sung, half Rapped, with heavy metal backing it.

Am i Dreaming?

Every hour, every day is just the same old thing,
Can't find nothing to inspire like the wyld's sting
I'm just an old Juke-Box, im a broken Eight-Track,
So i look and i find myself keep crawling back.

Helpless like a baby suckling on a teat,
A worn out junkie trying to find the beat.
So do your worst to me, i'll take on anything,
Trying to find something that'll make my soul sing.

This mad world that i visit just keeps on taking
And it's getting hard to find something i dont have a stake in,
Making deals with men who dont exist i just cant see,
If i'm dreaming up this life or if its dreaming up me.

I just can't help it, I wish you'd see
I'm nothing like the child that i used to be.
The worlds not quite what it seems and i just cant see
Am i dreaming up you or are you dreaming up me?

Every step that i take is one more step into madness
And another step away from the real world's sadness
Having trouble finding things to keep my feet on the ground
When the mad world i inhabit serves to make my heart pound.

 

Can you hear me? Are you listening to the things that i say?
Or are you too busy laughing at the way that i sway?
Because i've got a little feeling that keeps coming to mind,
All i am to you is a clockwork bird thats starting to unwind

But the alternative is that i stay here until i rust,
And let the music build up until i think that i'll bust
So lets take a trip to madness town just you and me.
Am i dreaming all this up? Am i dreaming up me?

I just can't help it, I wish you'd see
I'm nothing like the kinda man i used to be.
The worlds kinda out of focus and i wish i could see
Am i dreaming up you or are you dreaming up me?

Every day people tell me that i'm gonna be fine
And i cover up the pain of life with women and wine
I'm never quite sure who i am or who i want to be,
Am i dreaming? Who are you? Or are you just Me?