My mood betrays me sometimes I need blue skies to smile
I'm tired of the cold hands pressed against frigid glass praying for a break in the grey
But the grey doesn't move it settles in its blinding grim existence and refuses to cease its tears that drown out everything else until nothing is left but sadness in my hands and a chill in my soul that craves sunshine and blue skies
I can't help but feel pain This life I chose is too deranged Confusion with the illusion Of being so tired and abused man I keep the feelings on my side Try to hide but it don't feel right Fight the pain and affliction Tried to stand but down iv been stricken The wicked pain I felt the Shame As I tire I tried to rearrange The strange feeling when I turned the page But the books in a flaming rage , I burnt this time trapped in a cage Fuck this shit I'll be asstranged As I cry in this night of Shame I'm...
I envy your lies. it took you so many tries. You burst my bubble and got me into trouble. Your love is like alcohol. It might feel good,but it's really unhealthy.
I tried to reduce my stress,but my feelings are a mess. i faced the rude,cruel and evil. The borders I passed,the emotions I felt. But life hit me with a belt. I understood various signs of depression.
Only to reveal the oppression of this world. I went through rough times, now I die from lies. Why can't you just be honest? Do you even love me with all your heart? ...
The devil will fuck up the whole schedule. He grips peopleís souls and twists them at every level. Like a plague they pass on their pain at a rate thatís truly incredible. Hurt people hurt people, so Lord please help me let her go.
These people pretend to be something their not. They give in to temptation, no matter how many souls that they rot. Making promises of the future but canít even truly see what they got. Thanks for lighting the fire under my ass, Iím back on the path to glory, Iím hot.
I laid my wounds on the table and pus and gangrene and pain I put the plates and cutlery and cuts and tourniquets I stopped the blood I poured pus from the wounds I opened the scars to the air and it hurts me deeply I cut some wrists and I heard knocking at the door right rhythm perfect harmony samba beat I lay down on the blood I spurted pus and saliva let me digest by myself until I clot.
Not everything can be fixed. Some things are just jinxed. This habit is making me cry. Why do i feel the need to die? I got dizzy from all the stress. My life is now a mess.
My face is blank,but deep inside I'm dead. Nobody ever understood me. Why can't you just shoot me? i fell for the lies and slipped on the rain. Now I can feel only pain. I seem okay,but I'm not. I am starting to rot.
You took a fork and ate out of my brain. Now I am going insane. Was my sanity tasty to you? Is your love really true? I tried to attend and make...
It's not crippling fear panic induced yet Or is it?
The washing lays piled up collecting slug trails and heaven knows What?
Sunday morning coming down Found?a clean dirty shirt
This is not a happy place yet there is a friendly familiarity here Amongst all the emptiness (use your imagination im no going to devote more than a cursory verse) A half drunk bottle of cider would have made for nouvelle cuisine Save that it was used the nights prior as an ashtray
What permeates sure isn't death but it sure ain't...