see the world with jaded eyes. the shallow structures of our crime. . the stone falls from your hand. you slip under the sand. try to understand. conscience forms a plan.
hold me underneath the water. rinse me till I'm clean. stretch my skin and scratch the surface. I promise I won't bleed. . I never wanted to be born into this.
trying to shed my skin. I crawl back through the womb again. the pieces shattered. I'm falling further from the truth. pay no attention. to the man above the room.
a darker whole concealed. within the folds of a truth revealed. a blank passage. unread chapter. in my book. of memories. . It crawls though the space behind my face.
No(x12).. Roll out of bed.. knowing it's hard day, full of stupid people and friends.. it's always hard to say the right things to the ones I love.. The lights are all green..
Journey through this life.. In search of one another. always feeling compelled to search.. we keep on fooling ourselves into love. into live.. hoping wishing for this. Hoping. wishing for this..
The smell of smoke it fills the air. The funny part is you don't care. You light the match wait for the screams. And watch the fire as it gleams. . You turn your back and you walk away.
Grab the remote.. flip the switch.. let your mind slide.. nothing wrong with relaxing.. but please don't go.. when we stop thinking we stop living(x2).
You're so pathetic. But yet magnetic. So draw me in and suck me down. You're pure aesthetic. . Shroud of darkness. Shroud of lies. Shield yourself. Shield your alibis.
The sky tonight is black with war. Death and decimation downpour. Too late now to escape your fate. Just live to die another day. . Don't look back. Save your breath.
Another day. Another night. You stare at me. Through your bloodshot eyes. . The lies you speak. To start a fight. Solutions out of reach. Nowhere to run and hide.
We pull into town.. I open my eyes and stretch out.. The four guys around me will always be the guys with the equipment.. The time approaches. The hour is near..
Within your skin. The nails are buried deep. The chains are locked up tight. The keys are out of reach. . You hold the hand. That holds you down. . With will of glass.
How did I get here?. Trapped in this hell that I call home. The light is fading. Haunted by ghosts of times I've known. . You're right back where you started.