Sta.sh
Lighting your way with a torch lamp,
can you see what's really true?
Head in the clouds instead of feet on the ground,
is what they tell you.
But night can be day, and hell can be heaven, and loss can be love in your eyes.
The cold touch of the pavement is a kiss from an angel, and no one ever tells lies.
The bottom of a bottle is the top of your list,
and you won't even notice blood coating your fist.
The downward spiral is just the spinning in your head,
and it doesn't matter to you where you tread.
But a low is not a high
and a sin is not a virtue.
Lighting your way with a torch lamp,
you can't see what's really true.
I guess it's about someone on self destruct. Someone who is drinking and can't see how things really are but rather see what they want to; kind of like they're in denial. And like when you use a torch, you can only see a small area and not the whole thing; they can't see the big picture to what they're doing. Aha I'm not really sure, it came out of no where.
Hmmmm, ah yeah I understand. That's really interesting, the torch thing. Haha, that's how the best ideas come