collapse

well if this was a waste so is the skin you're in.
And the lies you buried in a shallow grave aren't going to stay hidden forever. It won't take too long to find it all again.
Facing you, staring you down.
Where did you go wrong?
What was the way? did you make a wrong turn?

It's going to find you

It's going to find your family

It's going to take it all away with a snap of it's fingers
you can't get away now, and i'm sorry.
I guess. I mean, I don't want to hurt you.
But no one wants to hurt anyone, really.
It just happens. without warning.
Warnings are nice.

And the lies you once buried are resurfacing.
But I'm not sorry.

I met a boy

You are crawling to the edge of reason, so save your inspiration for a rainy day. Save it for when you are really going to need it. When you're brain is bursting at the thought of never living again and selling out into a world of conformity.
How empty do you feel now? How worthless do you feel now that you are just like the rest of them. So tough and macho with all you got, which means nothing in my books. You're selling all you've ever made and all you have to make yourself feel good. You're buying friends, and purchasing a new life you can run into and build. Build into a fake feeling.
All I ever felt wasn't real, and I never wanted you to see it. I wanted you to feel it. But this world isn't big enough for the both of us, and I'm alomst on the front page, ready to blow your whole mind apart, and scatter it into the universe. Across the stars and through constellations, past the moon and around the milky way.
This is a substance that made you perfect in the eyes of everyone but yourself. This is the potion that ruined you, and I've seen enough to know the dangers you bring upon yourself. I've seen enough to understand that you, my boy, are not going to get much further.
You aren't going to live like the rest of us, you're not going to smile like the rest of us. It's going to suck you down into the ground, and hold you there until you decide what's right. Until you know that this mask you used to hide yourself can be torn away by the single person who cares.
It can't be that easy, to just rip it away and say you are okay.
It's not what you make of it anymore. It's not how you see it anymore. It's all about your image and how to make a record. It's all about your hair and how you're going to make a million.
And I'll do what they did to him, and I'll show you what it does to your mind, what it does to your soul. how it rips you away from everything you felt before.
I hope you know how to swim, because you're going to fall off this ship and have to find your way to shore. Out of the fire and into the cold. But I need this to take me home.
This can give you some peace, it'll make you feel better even though you are tied to a life you'll never escape. you gave in and now you lost. you owe more than you'll ever make.
It's another angle that I can see it from, and my sanity is slipping from my grasp, I can't get it right, it can't stay in my palm. so, you do know how to swim?
Because this water isn't coming from nowhere. This water isn't going to stop anytime soon. The flood is coming so I hope you are ready. Ready to swim for your life, ready to drown in you sorrows and leave it all behind. It's whispering in your ear as the ocean pours into your front door. Telling you to do it, it won't be hard, it will be quick, painless. Just do it.
Just let it all out before the water invades your lungs.
We just need this right now to pass the time. so kill her right now to pass some time. You can let her sleep forever in her watery grave. would she rather drown?
you are just a liar, aren't you.
You say you can do it.
You say you can feel it.
But I don't trust a word that comes out of you mouth.

Let's start over

we're not real

not anymore at least.
not today and not tomorrow.
not for now and not forever .

it's not yesterday.
it's now, so jump into the time we're livin' in.
jump into what you fell the need to call real.
it's more than reality when it's fantasy and it's more than fantasy when it's hell.

Throw a disaster at me, because I can't handle it.
That's what you do, cheap shot me.
It's like, kicking a man when hes down.
but you like to see them go down, it makes you feel so much better. so much bigger. Is that how you want to feel?

You can see the stockmarkets are crashing, the business men are jumping off the bridges and buildings, the sun is getting closer and now I notice cracks in the earth. It's getting hotter, I'm blown away. It's not real, but the earth is going down. the earth is going dooowwwn.

you lie.
you can't exactly tell me. you can't exactly show me.

But nothing in this world can make you feel better.
Except when she says she misses you

look what you're buying into.

I think that they've told you a million times before.
you can handle it, but you're a fiend.
and when it's time to stop you still haven't had enough.
We aren't bothering you, are we? We don't really mean to I suppose.
But they're not on the run, they're not going overboard.
Only you are going overboard.
Pushing it to the egde. And the danger makes you happy, thrilled, beyond the point of return. And it's only enough when you're on the ground, when you're begging, when you're outta this world and heading to the other side. Into nothing but grey sky and 6 feet of soil above you.
;; This is increasing in ... this is so... you are creating..
problems. Difficulties. Bitterness.
but why should you care? it's not you, it's not me.
It's no one. You're no one.
Locked in this cage we hate to call home.But it's more than that. It's more than hate. It's how we wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, trying not to break it..trying not to break ourselves.
It's not that easy. It's never that easy.
And it only gets easy when your heart stops pumping.
When you brain stops thinking.
When your body stops feeling.
When your soul stops living.
That's when this all dissapears and I stop reminding myself..when I stop torturing myself. When these thoughts pouring through my mind can just stop and end, when they can just not be here and you can't be felt.
Because I feel you everyday.
Even if it's not mutual like it used to be.
Are you alright? You haven't been yourself for about several months.
Am I alright? Have I been myself today? Or even lately..

We're not going. We're not feeling. Something is on, and I need to go and turn it..off.
Maybe I just need to rethink everything and take a couple steps back.
A couple miles back.
I need to slow down and regain all that control I lost.
And I lost it when you took it all from me.

When you stole it all from me.

rawwrrrr

Toxic. So evacuate.

Can we escape before it collapses?

Not likely.

Rejuvinate your life before you fall into the void.