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It's hard to forgive a man |
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Who bought revenge with his soul |
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A vein injected with |
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A man's life and his goals |
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It's in my face, it hurts |
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And I fall into a hollow sphere |
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Well, I don't want that |
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To happen to me |
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I don't want to see |
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What my face might be |
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Damn your shameful lies |
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As my conscience, it dies |
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Stop and listen as silence |
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Roars out in the night |
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One can't fake that anger and |
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Oh, it's shining so bright |
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Is this my fault |
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I will light it up to see |
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I will light it up |
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I don't really see |
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I don't want to be |
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Is this my fault? |
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I don't see inside of me |
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A moment turns to infinity |
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I don't want to see |
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What my face might be |
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Damn your shameful lies |
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As my conscience it dies |
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I just might hurt you, my friend |
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All that was left for me |
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Was destructive in misery |
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I blame you for all that I did |
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It's eating me bit by bit |
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How can all this be true |
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I blame it all on you |
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Electrocuted with a sense of loss |
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Anxiety will see me through |
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Flipping through the pages |
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Of a mind that hurts me |
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Sometimes I wish that I could |
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Eject from this seat |
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Of pain I'm fuckin' placed in |
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And let it go |
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You tell me what you think of me |
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And my sense of energetic rage |
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Compiled into a ball of anxiety |
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Do I need your help? |
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Do I need you?\ |
