Lyrics The Wrong Sense - 156/Silence

The Wrong Sense

Some things one just can’t accept
Out of my mind
I just can’t get this off my chest
I’ve been walking a fine line between this life and death cause it isn’t enough
for me I want to rest with the fucking obsession seething
I’m infected but the rest don’t see me in a better perception
I wonder if I’ll ever be worth the remembrance
Our remnants of memories fade away
I look around and wonder if I’ll ever manage to say that we have always
portrayed a sense of elation just to be a withering case of loss and
frustrations
Riddled with a splintering hate for all that we’ve made
I just want to take out my gun and pick out my grave
I feel like I’m the conflict and the resolution is a coffin
So I just might choose this as I poison blood and blackout my lungs
I’m used to always feeling disgust
It’s love and it’s lust
For everything that seeps into cuts and fractures me numb
It never ends up being enough
It’s never enough to ease the fucking stress over the things that’ll lead me to
my end
There’s a handful of songs about death stuck in my head and I’ll sing them on
repeat for wrongs I’ve caused
This dread is a head full of hatred for everybody
I’ll cut out the insides to fill the void with sin so the knife doesn’t deal me
to loneliness and senseless involvement in your devolving personal agenda
The culprit is the compulsion
Lesser known to those of good fortunes.
Life is abortion
Can’t you tell the temptation forces us to ignore this imminent destruction
that we’ve misconstrued as an abundance of the tried and true
Tell me, is this all that’s worth it?
Everything warping, trenching through the
marshes and corpses
Sinking the war ships.
Tearing out the roots from the sources.
Crushing the
courses
Humbly, the parasites dormant rose to the surface only to combust with all
these grievances and all my shortfalls
I’ll cut out the insides to fill the void with sin so the knife doesn’t deal me
to loneliness and I wonder who will find me swimming with fish in a river of
faces that scowl upon me
I’ll stumble through night lights in hopes of finding this unattainable love
for the life before me
I’ll stay on the dark side so I don’t have to face anyone who can’t see through
me anymore and
I’m done running from myself and everyone of my problems
I’ve gone over this enough and I still haven’t thought of one good reason or
excuse for you to use your last wish on
My betterment
My conscience is but a vat of empty promises that weigh upon me
Surrendering everything
Tell me, is this all that’s worth it now?