Tell me, have you looked through so many eyes that the sight of truth gave you inertia? I ask you, give me one reason to fucking believe that you would see this life through mine.
You see, there's only one path to take your mind, and I laugh at the fact that you're too lost to find it 'Cause I have been there and back again to understand that there's nothing to gain from looking in the first place
I take it all in breaths that stretch my lungs too far to comprehend The cosmic allure of this world seeps into me on a warpath to my own destruction
Roaming around outside of blind eyes No matter to my name other than a waste of skin
Blankly staring at the sky What a curse for me to stay here
I constantly beg for me Torturing this soul to break free from feeling Cosmic stagnation
Standing in a pool of wasted matter The sight of beauty was only a phase I stab at wounds that aren't even there Trying to see the pain that's felt by everyone else
I only stand back and watch as the world churns into another shapeless form. The rest of what I see is a landscape dying away
No more does it give me satisfaction Lost in world without any life to concede
Keep on relenting all the dreams I’ve ever had Begging for a reason to keep my mind intact
Dread as fools do in being so wrong for this place I sit in silence wondering if this pain is felt by anyone I long with praying scars, but I never truly feel a thing For my dreams are lost to blind eyes and ears that drown out the sense that’s made of this world
Never will you see in colors I bleed, you'll never know how much there is to conceive With every time I try to bring life to this world It hides its gaze and backs away from me and leaves me outside It's so hard to realize that nothing moves despite the hand that slowly reaches out and pulls the pent up violence in your heart
And whenever I try to bring back a sight of this horrible place, I stand back as I know I don't understand a thing
Dissatisfied with everything No more is this life worth Pulling out the heart that is Cosmically out of place
Why do I live by burning coals in fire? I must be stuck in my own fucked up judgement of the world So don't ever ask me about any of this Lie
Outside I lay, dead Outside I lay, dead Outside I lay, dead Outside I lay, deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
