Undo this guilt. Bathing in filth. . Grey, that lurks inside of me. Grey, feel I can't take it. Grey, that works inside of me. Grey. . Slowly I run. Hurt me for fun.
Bury the one I used to know. The memory is fading. Feels like and endless suicide. Degenerating. Withdrawal. Rewrite. You're overcompensating. Suspend belief.
My mind is only of your demise. But I find that you're still ill. My life is nothing but stolen lies. So I look for a life to steal. . My kind is living a life that dies.
You're the one who. You're the one who steals the life from. I'm the one who feels the falling. I believe you're nothing but a problem. . Everything is so fake.
It goes beneath, what I've done. It's bigger than the helplessness, yes I felt. It comes around without a face. And redefines my sub-conscience again.
Now your failure feeds the contempt. I can't sedate the way you break me down. I can't relieve the pain. I can't reduce the failure you've become. I can't accept the blame now.
Give me life, give me faith. Give me something to see. Give me life, give me change. Give me somewhere to be. Give me love, give me hate. Tell me what to believe.
When she feels. Is just short of nothing. But she's still more than something. I can't. No I can't watch her cry. While she cries. I'm calling out your name.
What you turned out to be. The fallen and the deceased. Embodied in the body of a fucking liar. You don't belong to yourself. You haven't suffered enough.
What do you believe?. Or do you still conceive?. What do you believe?. . See what you do to me. You feed off my mind, well then you break my ability. To maintain a 20/20 vision on life.
Put on another face, they always take the place. Of all the things that you have become. Your instability is nothing new to me. It's always something that made you what you are.
Your disease is a fucking waste of time. Turn it on when it fits your need. Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing. Anything that you meant was forgot.
Punctured lungs. . I'm out of breath. This time I'm suffocating. I've had enough now. Too numb there's no resisting. Becoming one. With all your failure.
The irritation we're pretending not to show. Has replaced the motivation. That I had not long ago. I know that. . I don't ever want to be the one. To make you forget it.
It starts to tear me down destroyed by what I create. It left the nerve exposed. Feels like a lost 'cause. Frustration's all I have left it's what reduced me to this.
The cold was almost generosity. The way you took the life away from me. Scratched the surface of the pain to come. The Seperation that can't be undone.
The picture is fine. Perfection is.... It mimics what used to be. Rise again to fall behind. Expose the worm inside. . The color has faded. This changes everything.
You don't have to sell. . Well, it can be only a mistake. Excluding all that seems to be before. Recollecting minds that intake. While I contemplate, it gets sore.
Don't you realize that it has to be. Why did you do this, consolidate my fear. . Face down save face. . Growing out of my face, what it represents I need.
It goes beneath what I've done. It's bigger than the helplessness I felt. It comes around without a face. And redefines my subconscious again. . I can't be fixed.