I. Time is so relative
(to them)
it's like the rhythmic way that the ghosts (haunt)
The lives they lead (on?) are on shaky ground
Palpable.
II. The blood is there to remind him
things are just too right to be humane
(human?)
And the birds still sing so Life goes on (softly)
III. breathing passes the
time
passes
time
left to breath
and the poems in his head are just as slow and silent as the time
Tick
Tock
Sick
Tock
Tick
and
Lock the thoughts away
IV. His pulse is the (same)
monotone
Like those words that are the same
backwards as they are (forwards)
V. Colors have scents (did you know, did you)
she notes
the mother walking by (mother, such a word, such a knife on your tongue)
bouncing and singing and smiling at the smile
like a photo negative
it doesn't really need to make sense
my, my, my-ah, I'm so proud of you.
VI. There is no pride
only filth.
Sing them a song
(won't you?)
And they'll sing it right back
Because if ignorance is bliss then their smiles are oblivious
VII. Wishing on (Stars? Candles?)
Fire
Are you?
They are. And they'll get smoke in no time, just like that
(certainly makes sense to me)
VIII. Meaningless like
Someone else's song on your lips
she's young and her (eyes) smile is nervous
but everyone's an (accident waiting to happen) actress these days
And you can hear the proof
My, my, my-ah, look at that fi-yah.
IX. Time is only as relative as
their sleeping pattern, because
Day is light
and dark is night
(right?)
A/N: I like this style. It makes me happy, and it hardly makes any sense. The movie belongs to Tim Burton, you know? Not me. The summary is from Taking Back Sunday's The Union. Yay.