undead
Greenlighter
what happens when fallen hearts hit floors
wasted now, what good is this organ anymore
tragic stories fall like amber from your lips
while the blood runs cold from your fingertips
desensitized, anger has become your only friend
stuck in a nightmare that has no definite end
run away
your words are losing all their meaning when you say
"ive been there before, it will all just go away,
give it time i promise you things are gonna change."
we both know that everything is gonna stay the same
and ill only see the light of day
when im in the darkness of my grave
theres nothing left of me for you to save
though i thank you anyways for all your helping hands
but i cant keep up with all of these demands
broken fists, bloodshot eyes
slurred words and faring sighs
these are all the prelude to my bleeding wrists
im fighting just to keep a little breath left in my lungs
im learning how to keep things quiet and bite my tounge
like writing lyrics to a song that'll never be sung
an unspoken disagreeance while your best friend is being hung
a tragic ending would seem so cold
but if thats the way its written then so it shall be told
and any pain that i induce, hopefully returns to me ten fold
cause all this gross misfortune can grow a little old
for lack of better words i mention "an ocean full of tears"
cause its the only way that i know how to desribe the last few years
warding off the evil spirits and all my stupid fears
all gripes aside, theres nothing left to say, i can only hope the end is near
wasted now, what good is this organ anymore
tragic stories fall like amber from your lips
while the blood runs cold from your fingertips
desensitized, anger has become your only friend
stuck in a nightmare that has no definite end
run away
your words are losing all their meaning when you say
"ive been there before, it will all just go away,
give it time i promise you things are gonna change."
we both know that everything is gonna stay the same
and ill only see the light of day
when im in the darkness of my grave
theres nothing left of me for you to save
though i thank you anyways for all your helping hands
but i cant keep up with all of these demands
broken fists, bloodshot eyes
slurred words and faring sighs
these are all the prelude to my bleeding wrists
im fighting just to keep a little breath left in my lungs
im learning how to keep things quiet and bite my tounge
like writing lyrics to a song that'll never be sung
an unspoken disagreeance while your best friend is being hung
a tragic ending would seem so cold
but if thats the way its written then so it shall be told
and any pain that i induce, hopefully returns to me ten fold
cause all this gross misfortune can grow a little old
for lack of better words i mention "an ocean full of tears"
cause its the only way that i know how to desribe the last few years
warding off the evil spirits and all my stupid fears
all gripes aside, theres nothing left to say, i can only hope the end is near
