| This can’t be real
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| Your presence I’d like to steal
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| When the words meet the rhyme
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| You make me feel all dead inside
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| And now I paint my heart red
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| 'Cause it’s all black instead
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| Feel the knots pulling tighter
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| This silence is getting louder
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| Reach out for the good
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| To discover your piece of truth
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| My mind stays in the past
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| Don’t want it to last
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| Should be viewing ahead
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| Pulling these demons out of my head
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| Off my head
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| This memory I obtained from you
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| It’s sweet and painful and all so goddamn true
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| I’m choking back this every single day
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| It makes me want to get away
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| And leaves the pitiless price to pay
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| These scars are here to stay
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| Shaped in different ways
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| Silence shrieking so loud
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| Blowing on my conscience cloud
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| Found within desire
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| Bitter red in my eyes so wide
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| Obscure ciphers caught inside
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| Twisting me another way around
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| Inside — pitch-black pinning me down
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| Reveries in disparity
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| Facing concrete’s nettling kiss
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| Swarming clouds in this city
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| Pouring rain on me and taking all sincere
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| Can’t you see it’s all so bitter?
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| Take a solitary move for something better
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| My urges to repel forming my liquid cell
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| Blind flying with nothing to tell |