| It’s not you that I hate potentially it’s still myself
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| Just trying to keep the distance meant to guarantee my health
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| A part of me that’s fighting it, a part of me that’s dead
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| Overcoming is a sacrifice. |
| An avoidable mistake
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| Protection of my own. |
| Protection of my fear
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| A drift away from anything inside that once seemed real
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| Repugnancy implanted from the head unto the toe
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| A monster living deep inside that I still see in you
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| Fuck
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| Lost inside the pain, the needle strikes, feeding the insane
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| I’m lost inside my head
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| Rotting skin, deep within it’s dead
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| Every time it hits me as I rebound, like a slap
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| I didn’t foresee things are gonna fuck with me like that
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| Same old day, same old shit, can’t stand it all, sick of it
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| Distant shades, substantially pale
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| Look at me — see the eyes of a dead man’s face
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| Marginal — on the floor, a chunk of waste
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| I’m sick. |
| Too sick to continue it
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| Lost inside the pain, the needle strikes, feeding the insane
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| I am lost inside my head
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| Rotting skin, deep within I’m dead
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| Burned in deep within my head
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| Too much time wasted
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| A spoiled complex within
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| A soul at rest
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| All these demons inside
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| Too many days wasted
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| As the waves crush apart
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| Stepless
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| Allergy deep within me
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| Allergy — need to let it be
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| Allergy — there’s no choice you see
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| The reason I despise it all is… |