Is it so wrong to want to feel this pain?
I'm so empty and nothing flows through these veins.
I can't feel the world or the people around me.
Get close to me just to see how fucked up I can be
I don't give a fuck about you
And you'll be getting what is overdue!
Because after every single thing I've been through
You should know there is nothing you can do...
Every time I close my eyes,
Every time I try to hide,
It's just sitting in the back of skull;
Like "Hey, sup, time to go mental?"
I've weighed enough through these tired eyes
To know that I should just wash away with the tide.
So I'm locked up in pattern and don't know how to show it
Can hardly grasp the words to express it
Fuck it; I wish I could ignore it
But I can't its flat in my hands
Like every time I turn around it slaps in my fucking head
You think you know me?
Why don't you treat me
To something I don't fucking know
That's locked up into there, homie?
Cuz you can't.
Shut your fucking mouth
About shit you know nothing about
Every time I close my eyes,
Every time I try to hide,
It's just sitting in the back of skull;
Like "Hey, sup, time to go mental?"
I've weighed enough through these tired eyes
To know that I should just wash away with the tide.
Don't try to tell me that redemption
Is reachable through penance.
I guess you could say I don't know how
To count my blessings.
I've weighed enough through these tired eyes.
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The Blackened Bible
PoésieThe Blackened Bible is an autobiography using lyrics and poetry. This is the unabridged version, in which the narration has not been removed. "...Let it be known that this is a submersion, an adaptation of a corrupted mind to paper. Come. Read. Let...
