| ItЉЇ hard to forgive a man who bought revenge with his soul.
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| A vein injected with a mans life and his goals.
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| ItЉЇ in my face, it hurts and I fall into a hollow sphere.
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| Well, I donЉ° want that to happen to me.
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| I donЉ° want to see what my face might be.
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| Damn your shameful lies as my conscience it dies.
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| Stop and listen as silence roars out in the night.
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| One canЉ° fake that anger and oh itЉЇ shining so bright.
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| Is this my fault, I will light it up to see. |
| I will light it up.
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| I donЉ° really see, I donЉ° want to be. |
| Is this my fault.
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| I donЉ° see, inside of me a moment turns to infinity.
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| I donЉ° want to see what my face might be.
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| Damn your shameful lies as my conscience it dies.
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| I just might hurt you my friend.
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| All that was left for me was destructive in misery.
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| I blame you for all that I did; |
| itЉЇ eating me bit by bit.
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| How can all this be true, I blame it all on you.
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| Electrocuted with a sense of loss.
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| Anxiety will see me through.
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| Flipping through the pages of a mind that hurts me.
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| Sometimes I wish that I could eject from this seat of pain
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| IЉ¦ fuckin? |
| placed in and let it go.
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| You tell me what you think of me and my sense of energetic rage compiled into a ball of anxiety.
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| Do I need your help?
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| Do I need you? |