| My head, it's stabbing itself, Trying to get free of this pain. Closing sight offers no release, Only nightmares made true. Constantly changing my face, Praying it'll give me hope Or at least serve to cover The disgrace of yesterday. This place feels like Hell And I've know no other. It's about time they paid, but what right do I have To condemn these Angels? Screaming just ain't enough, I gotta rip these clothes away. I gotta vomit this evil away. I hear your truthful words And from that moment my life falls. Your unanswerable soul beats me, Holds my breath afar. What if no one else felt this? They wouldn't understand My fears, my dreams. Why must I credit them? They choose the best Of everything with expectation. I should force open their ears, Make them listen to what Drives my soul to perversity. They'd turn their backs on me, Live in a world of pure defence. I'm stumbling to my death, The weight of a thousand friends' Fears on my shoulders, I cry. |
| Stumbling to my Death |