40 pounds of bricks down in my stomach A giant rock jammed down my throat Blind to my crown, haunted by the past I don't bare the weight of success
They emerge in every waking moment When Clarity strikes they are coming out loud Between the sheets I can hear them growing It's everyone I ever knew and now they talk
Now I hear the choir of a thousand mocking voices Shouting bitter stories of another man's past Aimlessly I'm looking for a switch to mute the screamings Inside a bitter ocean of treacherous mud
Wondering and stuck in auto pilot Meaningless drone glide in cruise control Sinking alone in a non existing nightmare Keep begging for forgiveness, but never From yourself
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