Falling in Forward Motion
Your fingers were crossed while I lied to your face,
a fair trade from my perspective.
Keep your secrets if your privacy is so fucking important,
I donít need the attention,
my addiction is plenty enough.
Weíre both junkies for adrenaline,
craving just one last fix,
only but a breathe away from self destruction.
So we crash land into nothing,
Iím running from a comedown
and youíre always chasing your dignity.
Is there no standard these days?
Breathingís never been a luxury,
living was a curse,
so one by one we destroy ourselves,
each person affording there own cure.
The deal was to kill time or kill each other,
either way we better make it worth the effort.
My pleasureís the pain,
always has been,
and Iím only alive when Iím falling apart.
Overdose or drown myself in blood,
only my own of course.
Who the fuck are you to put my flaws to shame?
Your soiled hands equally as dirty...
but my imperfections throw you off,
make you slightly nervous.
So put me on display,
my misfortune as your distraction,
but see the difference is,
Iím not afraid.
You couldnít even cause enough damage
to force me into changing.
I could fake it if I really cared,
make it that much easier on you,
but why pretendÖ
time is already so very short.
suicide is not a crimeÖ
itís an exception,
and you just lack that sort of conviction.[/font]