Drowning In Warm Rain

They told me I'd fail,

sail down lower then how I began,

Ran until I could no longer stand,

now I'm frantically calling people from the past,

fast pushing dialing numbers to tell how I made it at last,

 

Visions are vivid images,

Of my future, past, present,

Pleasure full and unpleasent,

Containing messages,

Filled with pages and pages of phrases,

Written in various languages,

Some of the concepts,

I left unprocessed,

Burned the remaining content,

That was to complex,

To be used during my comquest,

Pursuing the visions left behind by visionary's,

Discovering new memories like a missionary,

Simply bringing style to the imaginary,

Elementary students locked in solitary,

Up in the penitentiary,

Some need to read using proper vocabulary,

All of this seen within the visions,

Left behind by the imaginary visionary,

Who created these lyrics,

To entertain haters and critics,

Trust me this shits far from a gimmick,

So listen carefully to the original,

Before you go searching for generics,

 

 

They told me I'd fail,

sail down lower then how I began,

Ran until I could no longer stand,

now I'm frantically calling people from the past,

fast pushing dialing numbers to tell how I made it at last,