| I feel no sympathy
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| It’s easy
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| Leave it alone, let it be
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| All activity must be stop
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| All the doors must be locked
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| Don’t make sound or we all be fucked
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| I hear it lurking outside
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| It’s a monster what?
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| This should be no surprise
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| It’s the other half of your life
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| Scary as hell
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| Thank god I got my wife
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| She’s a soldier at your side
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| That none can divide
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| But in the end you’ll have to face a very different kind
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| Solitude no «we»
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| This cut don’t bleed
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| So leave it alone, let it be
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| Break it upon the rocks of your needs
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| A sinking island, it doesn’t want to find them
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| No friend, no foe, no loose ends to mend
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| In isolation
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| There’s no tempation
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| To break from familiarity of feeling like a rarity
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| A lock with no key
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| This falling twig is finally been set free
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| So what’s the disparity
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| What’s the problem?
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| You don’t need no one
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| You need nothing from
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| Laughing and smiles
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| No one for miles
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| I am a rock
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| Fuck the flock
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| They’re just outlines in chalk (yeah)
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| Manikins that talk (yeah)
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| Fists that knock (yeah)
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| Bullshit that walks
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| I float above it alone in my grace
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| The ants disappear without no fuckin' trace
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| What the fuck is this chain in my chest
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| Dug into my gut it’s tugged by the rest
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| I can’t be dependant, I can’t be a mess
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| I must remain solid in the face of this duress
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| Its tug of war
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| Killing my very core
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| A conflict of property, no more, no more
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| I’ll break the chain
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| I’ll cut myself off
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| No one can touch me in my isolation
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| You don’t speak of the love, you don’t speak of rewards
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| You don’t speak of rewards, you don’t speak of the cost
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| I am an altogether different being
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| I got black wings of fire and eyes of true seeing
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| In the past I’ve seen my enemies go a fleeing
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| Now I avoid the whole thing
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| No friend to whom I’m clinging
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| Some say it’s not a way to be living
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| That you should spend your life giving and giving
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| So I flipped the switch
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| Ain’t nobody’s bitch
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| My wounds I self stitch
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| I ignore the itch
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| To socialize
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| To realize
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| To see through other peoples eyes
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| I’m deaf to my own cries
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| But I’m deaf to the lies
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| You can’t deny
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| With no friends you don’t cry
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| I’ll be this way till I die or learn to scry
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| I am an altogether different being
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| I got black wings of fire and eyes of true seeing
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| I can’t fucking breath
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| I’m suffocating
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| It’s isolation
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| What the fuck am I hiding from?
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| I’m suffocating
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| It’s isolation
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| What the fuck am I hiding from? |