I don't reach into the past very much for these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cuts, leave me stuck when I reach in, memories are seaped in hydrochloric acid, I go to war and get passive and freeze up, But music helped the ice to thaw, put a chizzel in the middle swing the hammer of Thor pull it out of the impossible, Excalibur sword etching note pads full of reasons why my feelings are sore The first day that I got sick ejected from cock pit of living Ninteen ,young teen, waking up Bitten posters up, man hunt, Ren went missing Hard to have faith when the gods don't listen The first year maybe was the hardest Waking in a body that was buried like a carcass Brain in the lions den Body in a sharkpit Waking up in pain again Aching broken hearted Persistent little bugger I was bouncing from a doctor to a doctor to a doctor like a table tennis game that has no end So be the fate of Ren Every single question asnwered with a question on the end The second year I came to terms with giving up my dreams mind severed from the means that helped me write these rhyme schemes brain was inflamed The fatigue was Crushing Hard to remain sane with your brain combusting And the third year was murder Living in a purga-tory full of worry wouldn't live to be thirty Life style style hurt me Always in my bed tomb Re-arrange the alphabet and all the letters spell doom Light hurt my eyes Popping pills to survive When you're 23 and mentally you steadily decline 24 I was poor disability benefits What's the benefit of disability it's irrelevant 25 and the scars that were etched... they cracked Elastic bands only stretch so far and then snap Deep in phsycosis hallucinations, troubled vision Visits from the underworld were conjuring my Superstition 25, living back at home with my mum But not because I'm a bum Alone and physically done So thin, so frail, so week I'd become And my skin so pale, never kissed by the sun One time I carved a whole in my chest, just to feel I wish that was a metaphor, the struggle was real When you're living in a holocaust you buckle and kneel There's relief in the teeth of the kiss of cold steel Facts 26 im highly medicated and the pain sophisticated while im laying broke and naked on my back I brought my microphone into my Coffin, started droppin raw thoughts with the grim reaper knocking on the track Then man, lo and behold I heard an angel beckon on this treacherous road Was a stem cell doctor with a generous glow And a cell transplant brought Me out of the Cold And my body got stronger And my skin got younger And my stomach felt hunger for a door that was closed And my soul heard music for the first time Beauty was a word I'd use for this gift of gold Oh lord I forgive you Lord I forgive you Lord I forgive you Make me whole This music I give you Pain that I live through Everything I been through Is yours to holdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
