| Sometimes I close my eyes and each
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| Shutter pulls me closer to the day I walk away.
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| Sometimes I can never fucking sleep because
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| The demons in my head won’t shut their mouths.
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| I never know the difference between
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| The screams inside my head and what escapes my lips.
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| But one thing I know for sure,
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| Is that my heart is the darkest, and your light won’t flourish here.
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| When every star drops out of the sky,
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| When every memory is twisted melted broken and obsolete
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| You will look back on everything you did
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| And you will understand the downfall
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| So when you finish
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| Choking on the salt of your tears, know this was just as hard on me.
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| I spent a lifetime waiting for you to disappear,
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| I spent a lifetime diseased.
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| Madness, psychosis, catatonic fucking blackness,
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| It’ll never go away, it’ll never go away
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| I pray for the end, aberrations illusions alien nations,
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| My world is so much different now
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| I’m done pretending that this hell isn’t breaking me
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| The lips of witches tell the saddest of stories
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| Roses redolent of times before the decay
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| Now is your chance to save the day.
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and each
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| Shutter pulls me closer to the day I walk away.
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| Sometimes I can never fucking sleep because
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| The demons in my head won’t shut their mouths.
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| I never know the difference between
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| The screams inside my head and what escapes my lips.
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| But one thing I know for sure,
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| Is that my heart is the darkest,
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| and your light won’t flourish… Fuck!
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| I’m done pretending that this hell isn’t breaking me
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| The lips of witches tell the saddest of stories
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| Roses redolent of times before the decay
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| Now is your chance to save the day.
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| It’s hard to feel the shock of hitting rock bottom
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| When you’re always there, complaining life isn’t fair
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| It’s hard to step away from drinking at the altar
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| When this life you lead is tearing you apart
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| We are all gods in our own right,
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| But today I fall instead of fight
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| Sometimes I close my eyes and each
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| Shutter pulls me closer to the day I walk away.
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| Sometimes I can never fucking sleep because
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| The demons in my head won’t shut their mouths.
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| I never know the difference between
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| The screams inside my head and what escapes my lips.
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| But one thing I know for sure,
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| Is that my heart is the darkest, and your light won’t flourish here
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| And your light won’t flourish here |