Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Killing Myself To Live , by - Stillwell. Song from the album Surrounded By Liars, in the genre МеталRelease date: 20.11.2011
Record label: Nu Day
Song language: English
Killing Myself To Live |
| So now I’m faced with a decision to make |
| I’m living in a race swimming with sinning and hate |
| Grinning with fakes in the middle of a prison escape |
| Incarcerated by my own thoughts |
| Haunted with the feeling that my lifetime has grown short |
| It’s the beginning of the end for me until they empty me |
| I fear the destiny of God and the Devil himself that have sent for me |
| Cut to the chase at my birth |
| Cut from the face of the Earth |
| Cut from the grace of the church |
| Cut through the waiste 'till it hurts |
| No one around wants to help restore me |
| Let’s face it, a man’s downfall makes for a better story |
| The media will make a mockery out of the pain in my life |
| And you can tune into the amusement on Entertainment Tonight |
| bad chemicals |
| Became a grand spectacle, a punchline for the whole crowd to laugh hysterical |
| Money, trash, and women with substance addictions |
| Trapped in a chase trying to run from afflictions |
| Drug dependencies, suicidal tendencies |
| how could it ever be? |
| Pretend celebrities with their lives in jepordy |
| Sucess was the end of me |
| Killing myself to live |
| Alone in a crowded room |
| Killing myself to live |
| All the voices in my head say |
| Killing myself to live |
| I’m going through a |
| Killing myself to live |
| I swear I’ll change tomorrow |
| Killing myself to live |
| I look for silence in some organized religion |
| The more my eye twitches seem the more I despise the living |
| My blasphemous past made blasphemous cash |
| Now it’s all stacked in the trash, my actions are trashed |
| I’m running with the sheep |
| Blessed all the meat |
| Tongue’s possessing my speech |
| Part of an extraterrestral freak |
| Got my sins deleted from God’s computer |
| Same God that bombs intruders of other God disputers |
| My rock 'n' roll money was given to the law |
| And seeing the police driving an automobile he shouldn’t afford |
| They stood and applaud the words I couldn’t absorb |
| 'Cause the hood here in the broad is all good |
| I’m in a haze again |
| Return to my wicked ways again |
| Stricken from his praise again |
| Ripping the page condemned |
| Standing in darkness doing cuts my frown |
| Hands of darkness crucifiction upside down |
| Rebound of obsession sleeping deep down in regression |
| Found perfection in a |
| If you can’t beat it, join it |
| Smoke it, drink it, fly off the injection depression |
| Man, what a rush life’s in a flush |
| The grandness of the rush, stranded I’m standing |
| It’s so easy to do wrong, so easy to spew hate |
| I can’t leave it and move on, believe me it’s too late |
| That’s when I’m approached by the man from the network |
| Said if I could maintain the madness, man I could get work |
| They’re gonna cut me a big cheque to invade my privacy |
| Put me on the TV and claim demons inside of me |
| Being myself is a surreal life |
| Feels like my shield’s died |
| Empty’s how I feel inside |
| All of the players crying I needed this end to reality TV celebrity died |
| meaningless |