Fish's Babelism

鱼

风兮兮易水寒

雨漫过花残弱

天色已暗黄

月盈缺无碍

远方的人在吊念

愁离的思绪渐去

抽搐只因一时一念

心甘只为一生眷恋

沉溺冰冷的爱琴海底

倾听一草一木的回音

鱼的坠跌没有原因

鱼的诉说无人明晓

只求放纵过后的快感

青春只剩残羹的参半

远方的人又在抽泣

而今的绪在继续

如思念一拨沉没默默

无声的嘶喊独留人座

“既无分别，既无苦乐，即得安宁”

视而不见
温岚

散落的烟屑 像爱情的美
被耗尽之后 留下那身灰
消失的浓烈 多余的虚伪 

搜刮你和我之间 仅存的一点亏欠
没有你的世界 没有我的世界
我们只怕这一天
忽略了我的希望 搪塞了我的失望
台面上下的假象
关於我和你的墙 得过且过的捆绑
谁在视而不见
忽略了你的冷漠 敷衍了你的要求
吞噬爱情的黑洞
你不愿 我不怨
谁在视而不见 这一切 

期待的永远 愈来愈遥远
麻痹的知觉 累积成狼狈
多少的时间 换来的纠结
何不让彼此破碎 然后勇敢去冒险
没有你的世界 没有我的世界
我们只差这一天
谁在视而不见
我们只差这一天
忽略了我的希望 搪塞了我的失望
台面上下的假象 

关於我和你的墙 得过且过的捆绑
谁在视而不见
忽略了你的冷漠 敷衍了你的要求
吞噬爱情的黑洞
你不愿 我不怨
谁在视而不见 这一切
谁在视而不见

the days are cold livin’ without you
the nights are long, i’m growing older
i miss the days
you may be gone, but you’re never over
if proof could see me now, i know he’d be proud
somewhere in me deep down, there’s something in me he found
that made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now
you try, it’ll be them doors, andre
that means suicide homie, you’ll never throw me
off of this course, blow me
bitch i do this all for the sport only
but i want it all, i’m not just talking
and the balls in my court and it’s lonely
on top of the world when you’re the only
one with the balls and your shorts
to leave them jaws on the floor with no re-
morse, remember that when they get to doggin’ you boy homie
so y’all can just get to bloggin’ about bologna
i’m not gonna stop the saga
continue, no stoppin’ the force obi, i’m moppin the floors
with them, i keep tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin’ the torch
and it won’t be, long til this sport is o-v-
e-r, just blazin’ and we knockin’ them doors and no we
ain’t pumpkins on halloween but we’ll show up on your porch, so be
careful what you say, there ain’t no punks over here so follow me
through the fog like i’m s-n-double-o-p
let me guide you through the smoke g
if only i wasn’t travellin’ down this road by my lonely
no one who knew me like you will ever know me
i don’t think you understand how much you meant to me
and it don’t stop
and it don’t quit
and i miss you
i just miss you
homie i’ll never forget you (no)
for you, i wanan write the sickest rhyme of my life
so sick it’ll blow up the mic, it’ll put the dyna in mite
yeah it’ll make the dopest mc wanna jump off a bridge and shit hisself
tap dancin’ all over the beat, it’ll jump off the page and spit itself
yeah it’s the best thing i could do right now for you doodi is to rap
so imma fuck til i die, yeah imma do it to death
and itstead of mourning your death, i’d rather celebrate your life
elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, imma need two mics
cuz the way that i’m feelin’ tonight, everything i can just do right
there’s nothing that i can do wrong, i’m too strong and i’m just too hyped
just finished the rhyming (”) and excuse the corny metaphor
they’ll never catch up to all this energy that i’ve mustered
so god just help me out while i fight through this grievin’ process
tryna process this loss is makin’ me nauseous
but this depression ain’t takin me hostage
i’ve been patiently watchin’ this game, pacin’ these hallways
you had faith in me always
proof you knew i’d come out of this slump, rise from these ashes
come right back on they asses, and go mike tyson on these bastards
and imma show ‘em, blow ‘em out the water slaughter ‘em homes
i’m on so many bells th

enough

no more lies

just get lost