"Over the Line"- A concept album i've been working on- Lyrics

[Before you can make things better, you have to stop making them worse...]

Going through hell and back has given me plenty of fuel for creative fire. I've been working on a concept album that I am tentatively calling "Over the Line". The surrounding theme is basically my relationship with a girl with BPD and the psychology of BPD. I wanted to post a couple of songs in lyric form because I thought you all could identify with it to some extent, and also because i'd like to see if anyone would care to interpret their meanings.

"Projectionist"

crying out desperately, subconsciously, and crypticly

for you to look at me,

for you to love on me,

to be the way that we used to be,

and though i know that somewhere inside, i,

may have lied, i,

find it hard to admit that i,

have sabotaged,

intentionally, perpetually, instinctually,

the way that was taught to me

casting a beautiful shadow,

walking with the sun at my back,

showing the emmaculate face,

the delicate woven lie of a mask,

and though i know somewhere inside, i,

may have lied, i,

find it hard to admit that i,

have sabotaged,

intentionally, perpetually, instinctually,

that way that was taught to me,

misdirect, infect, and a mindful ploy,

my favorite toy,

defect to the other side, again i've lied,

social suicide, another personal slight,

whatever it takes to keep you at bay,

whatever it takes to make you stay.



"Things Unsaid"

turn the looking glass

inward

then out again

for fear of seeing sin

To see beyond

The surface tension

Breaks and reveals

Truth

But a lie begets

a lie begets

a lie begets,

a lie begets

a lie

A guilty gambler

A transient a rambler

Through actions

Seperates

and severes

The friendship

Forever

While a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

begets hate

Replace that feeling with

whatever it takes, be it

a needle or a d*ck,

or a well written lick,

A perforated page,

A need to be acknowledged

A need to be a slave

to be a slave

to be a slave

Yet feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

While thougts beget

Nothing more that just another page

[woofhound]

Going through hell and back has given me plenty of fuel for creative fire. I've been working on a concept album that I am tentatively calling "Over the Line". The surrounding theme is basically my relationship with a girl with BPD and the psychology of BPD. I wanted to post a couple of songs in lyric form because I thought you all could identify with it to some extent, and also because i'd like to see if anyone would care to interpret their meanings.

"Projectionist"

crying out desperately, subconsciously, and crypticly

for you to look at me,

for you to love on me,

to be the way that we used to be,

and though i know that somewhere inside, i,

may have lied, i,

find it hard to admit that i,

have sabotaged,

intentionally, perpetually, instinctually,

the way that was taught to me

casting a beautiful shadow,

walking with the sun at my back,

showing the emmaculate face,

the delicate woven lie of a mask,

and though i know somewhere inside, i,

may have lied, i,

find it hard to admit that i,

have sabotaged,

intentionally, perpetually, instinctually,

that way that was taught to me,

misdirect, infect, and a mindful ploy,

my favorite toy,

defect to the other side, again i've lied,

social suicide, another personal slight,

whatever it takes to keep you at bay,

whatever it takes to make you stay.



"Things Unsaid"

turn the looking glass

inward

then out again

for fear of seeing sin

To see beyond

The surface tension

Breaks and reveals

Truth

But a lie begets

a lie begets

a lie begets,

a lie begets

a lie

A guilty gambler

A transient a rambler

Through actions

Seperates

and severes

The friendship

Forever

While a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

a grudge begets,

begets hate

Replace that feeling with

whatever it takes, be it

a needle or a d*ck,

or a well written lick,

A perforated page,

A need to be acknowledged

A need to be a slave

to be a slave

to be a slave

Yet feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

feelings beget

While thougts beget

Nothing more that just another page

[Blimblam]

Nice I like it

[Mutt]

I like it too woofhound. It's creative thanks for sharing.

What sort of melodie? Conceptual like Pink Floyd The Wall (rock) or Green Day American Idiot (punk)?