Let me die.....
Feeling unconscious is better than living beside an empty mind..
I have tried, I have tried to be better..
Life has denied me forever
Feeling like a lycan
I can see it in my heart... as I find that
nothing is within; I don't like it..
I am sober.. I am also hating that I'm sober
retaining my composure
people ask, and my answer is no sir; I can't handle lament
or cemented existence
If I say I'm good, then it isn't.
lie to your face
and I'll tell you that I'm different..
I can handle everything presented..
I already know that I'm broken.
I'm hoping you see what I have hidden in the message..
that I've been infected
to the point my immune system disconnected
and death is the disinfectant.
That's easy... nobody even needs me..
One shot to the face
Bottles break, wallets break. it seems fake
I can't tell what's real
What isn't, autism? Or Awe striken, schizophrenic vision?
I'm lost in it; caustic..
it bites like a winter wind; I can't bend but I break
and that is the mistake that I made
One shot.

It's easier to feel heavy
than it is to seem light.
Escapism from real life
Whether it's a needle or a pill
or a liquid in my veins
just to feel like I feel.. x2

Let me live..
Tell me that it isn't this..
Pity trips, and ridiculous petty shit..
I've offended my lineage
by a benefit, that I shouldn't get..
A freedom of choice
stomping on the graves of every single person before me
I won't live long enough to spread my offspring
and that's the only thing that hurts now..
the only thought brought up when I'm burnt out
laying on the bed that became a prison
brain withers; while the pain lingers in the same vision
that I think hides and peroxides it.. but it doesn't.
an abundance is waiting when I wake up
doesn't it bother you? hundreds of thoughts
Fuck it, I'm gone, I'll be crushing my lungs
Pushing my veins when I'm under the sun
til I'm the under the moon while there's nowhere to run
any substance that stops it I'm begging for anything
let me live... or die, I don't give a fuck.
Or maybe I do..
I don't know, I feel faded and I never could prove
if either one is correct.
The only thing that I have is my mood
and I shouldn't trust that, too.
Maybe it's a fuck that, too.
but who the hell I'm gonna come back to?
I have no one.
So fuck that mood, I want to feel like I don't have to
soul black blue, and bruised
from the hold I choose...
I'm so numb...
I'm so numb and deranged
Too scared, so I stomach the pain
Dumb fuck, to obsessed with the blade
so I shove it in my sinew
I'm alive and that feels great.
Heart beats in a steel frame
and when it dies is the time where I'll feel okay