Davey W. Sifferd III

Life.
Experience.
Story Telling.
Preach.
Re-Think.
2-D art.
Graphic art.
Music Production.
I Drum.
I Write.
I Sing.
I Teach.
I Learn.

Electric Eyes*

Even though i don’t remember when-
Girl, you started loving him again.

Every failed attempt he had to talk to your mind-
If there’s nothing there, baby I wouldn’t let it shine.
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Keep me out of the kitchen, I’ve been cooking too much!
It’s hot up in heaven, and I’m sweating all my skin off.

So long ago i heard a voice from god, now i know he’s an imaginative partial mirage.
You would understand if you could feel the heat of the heavens.
It’s not a trick, come on girl I know that you’ll love it.

IT’s hot up here in heaven, so hot up in my paradise.
I told the angels at my death to copy your old electric eyes.
I see the world through my TV and computer screens.
Revolution can answer, so pardon the screams!
It’s just a part of life, we live; you die.
It’s a new revolution, of body and mind.
You’re a piece of evolution, your human waste is all pollution.
It’s an idea i thought for a solution, we can face a revolution.
Tell your brother you love him, make sure he’s aware.
I would hate for this night to end with a mass murder scare.
Fuck all the others we protect those we love.
Survival of those leading the followers comes from above.
Why cant the world just learn to love?
I can, you can, they see it’s the first step to being free-
We’ve got to teach the world to love again.
Why cant the world learn to love again?
I say it as if it ever did, a first to love so how can we love again?
I’m aware of what they’ve said, it’s a problem they’ve always had.
Call it whatever, it’s the change of the seasons.
The earth is effected by gravity and we all assume we come from god’s pity.
Seven years of bloodshed, where is the humility?
All you just seem so, pissed off hypocritical, delusional to the point of visiting an institution. I guess that every person has to find their own solution to survival.


(4/2008)*