Trikuti Lyrics
The dawning of creation pried open eyes to view the revelation disguised as time.
Our fate was known, set in stone, while our segregation spawned duality. Oh it’s been told that the world is nearing destruction.
Free our souls in 2012? I hope so. We’ve classified our notions as science or art. We stir a large commotion and we fall apart.
Not a day goes by where I don’t burn for you. How it feels like eternity since our last rendezvous. You feel the same when you hear me scream your name.
I’ll find a way back to you even if I die alone.
You’re beautiful and you pull me in.
Your sweet jasmine scent still lingers in my soul and emanates my every pore.
It drives me insane but I will not die in vain.
One day I'll feel the pain of those I've hurt. So patiently, I brace for what I deserve.
I've been here before, and I'm sure I'll be back again, alone, drowning in a sea of regrets while I think of what I've done.
I'm just another soul dressed in fragile flesh and bone, running circles while I'm transmigrating on.
Some days I feel in tune with reality as I perceive the world surrounding me.
I've walked out the door, and I'm sure I'll walk out again, because at the end of the day all I am is all I've done.
As the days go by, I’ll pretend that I’m okay, while she’s led astray by the words I say.
I know it’s wrong, but I am a slave. My libido reigns, I’ve lost control.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go when we find out our worlds collide?
Well my alibis may get me by for now, but they won’t suffice nor justify my self-destruction.
It’s been lonely since you’ve been gone. Lately I don’t know what to do with myself while I’m all alone singing songs and I don’t know what you’re doing with your time or who you’re spending time with. My walls are caving in while I’m out here on the highway.
And I’ll pray that you’re thinking of me while I’m gone. I keep falling in my old ways and I need the love you gave to me. I can’t keep on living this way.
I woke up today wearing yesterday's laundry and a feeling that I'm wasting all my time.
The clock reads three, I'm on a green couch by the TV. And I know it's where I will reside.
It's okay, motivation will come my way, but for now I won't do anything at all.
What's left to do? I could play guitar for an hour or two, but my fingers are calloused up and bruised. I try to write, my words just don't seem to fit right.
Please excuse me, I forced the next few lines. It's okay, inspiration will come my way, but for now, I won't do anything at all
He roams the ground beneath his tired feet. He left the shoes he once filled in the street. Woke up this morning and refused to speak. She tried to bring him down, but he's not weak.
Women come and go, but friends, they ride to the end of the road.
We're cruising tonight, just me and my brothers. Tell me who can deny this vibe for another?
We've all been down at one time, kicked in the face. How our friends provide us constant grace.
The common fact is fiction, a most dangerous game we play. Incentive intuition is the only way. Keep one eye closed as we're moving along. I met a man just yesterday, alone out on the street.
I can't forget the words he told me now these words are part of me.
He said "Go on back home where your love is free.
Don't you slow down or you'll end up like me."
