Before night swallows all,
it tears and rips at the limbs.
Perceiving reality in it’s own twisted way,
another fight I will never win.
Vices and virtues are constantly intertwined,
for reasons I can’t fathom.
My open head is spilling earthly sins,
can’t stop the chaos, undergo the impotence.
Legs are restless and mind is racing,
can’t control a thing in this god damned life.
The endless grind, is wearing me out,
only see a way in a god damned rope.
It’s 6 AM & I haven’t closed my eyes.
How I’ll make it through this day, I don’t even fucking know.
Goddamn fools (around me) make it seem so easy.
I sometimes wish my mind was empty.
The clock’s hands (have) danced again and I’m feeling fucking worse.
So many people racing on without a doubt (thought).
I can’t believe how they do it day in, day out,
all I see are ropes around necks.
If you stand still and think about it all,
you lose all hope for ever finding peace.
But there’s no way back, once you cross that line
of life for life’s sake, and dawn will always bring gloom.
They tell me break a leg, but when I finally lay down,
it won’t get me anything worth fighting for.
Just think about the things that flooded your mind,
but time left you standing neck deep in the sea.
Break a leg, but I’d rather break my neck
if there’s no more to it than fading away
Hey you, did they ever tell you it was gonna be like this?
Now that the rains in your head have dried,
the patterns are miles deep and nothing has changed.
Repetition leaves scars no one can see
But it’s not your fault, you just don’t fit there.
Veins have been burning for months,
now the blood is rushing out like a waterfall.
It’s up to my throat, and I gotta spill,
how I keep on walking into the same damn walls,how I keep being on the end of my rope,
at war with myself and the world has closed its doors
This culture is sick, like unsung heroes in the gutter.
It kicks me down, it takes me out.
two-faced preachers on the highest scaffold
it’s in every fucking corner.
My legs can no longer run with the pack.
Left standing in the cold chill
of cut throat memories and imaginations.
Fall out, get behind
There’s nothing left to say,
minds filled by imagery bombshells
no one remembers last month’s mass shooting
Overexposed by the cold light,
no one notices the scourged earth,
it’s spreading like just another oil spill,
5 minute protest and back to killing time.
I’m standing with my hands tied behind my back,
for an audience of mutes, so I torch the damn place
and walk out to confess, take me out of here.
Nothing to find if nothing’s been made.
I’m not afraid anymore.
I remember when it all felt new and exciting,
now it has changed to feeling stuck in a rut
and I can’t figure out what to do for 40 more years.
Every sunday night I die, such a fucked up feeling
taking my sleep when it’s all I need to keep my head clear.
I think I’ll be allright but I can never truly know.
Everyday can bring a stab to the heart.
Then you look back on the times,
and you notice what you missed.
Giving everything you had
and you never got something in return.
Make way, old man, we haven’t got time for you.
Just another victim of the merciless competition.
Gods and usurpers never said they didn’t care,
holding crossed fingers behind their back.
All I know is that I’m not alone,
so many others haven’t got a clue.
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