Flourish, by Roderick Veach Subscribe to rss feed for Roderick Veach

 and so I've found that I don't quite fit anywhere 
everything that's preconceived 
  seems like it was made in a factory 
and I just want air to breath 
I want my own land to seed 
I want to solve mysteries 
I want to find life's beauty 

I want to go down that road 
places people dare not go 
you'll find me stranded in the gutter speaking incoherently

because I dared to see 

and I find secret upon secret always hidden in plain sight 
so I watch as alien ant farms flourish 
and they argue over divine right 
someones got to get it right 

so build your castles in the sand 
build your castles in the sand 
and argue the difference between us and air 

the rooms hydrogen purple, but you can't see that well 
can you tell the difference between heaven and hell 

we all want to solve mysteries 
but you can't trust what you've been told 

you can tune in to channels four or three 
but their all owned by old King George
Posted: 2014-01-02 02:12:06 UTC

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