| The lump in my gut is a constant reminder of all the disappointment
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| Webs that arc over my stomach leave me a stranger in my own bed
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| People come and people go, feeding off of other lost vessels
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| I’m never all quite there
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| My desire to hurt myself hurts everyone else
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| Everything is my own fault, but I’m in love
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| At least I think so, I got to be in love with something
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| Is it the reality or the dream?
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| I always see one face in the black
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| How do I stay faithful without faith?
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| I am destructive, I am destruction
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| Picking myself apart, I’ll wander forever
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| My future is sold (is sold), never and always want to be alone
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| Good intentions make loud the off beating of your heart
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| Skin’s tight against the bone
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| Nothing is beautiful!
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| Nothing is beautiful
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| My future is sold
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| Never and always want to be alone
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| Good intentions make loud the off beating of your heart
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| Skin’s tight against the bone
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| I’m dragged across the pavement but not bloodied by the street
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| The weather never makes a goddamn choice
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| Still not ill from the cold nor heat
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| Take my skin and leave me bare
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| Stay warm and sleep, I’ll drive
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| A breathing ache
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| The ever lonely road, open and empty
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| The night makes the road feel endless
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| My fate seems to come alive
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| A pile to be cleaned up in the morning so that others may move on with their
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| lives
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| The glowing lights peer back at me
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| My nails draw blood in my palms
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| They’re ready to jump
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| This career was always suicide
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| Lesson learned
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| Happiness and hope end in the death
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| Love ends in death
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| Nothing is beautiful!
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| Let me be clear
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| You are entitled to nothing |