junksick
Bluelighter
What a mish-mash of shit
There isn't anything left to aspire, to cling too
Human revulsion; dirty sins put over us inside a narco-liquid-numbing haze
Beauty disappears whenever we conspire to believe others bullshit
Because we are not strong enough to fight through a torrent of delusions,
The lie seems better than the truth; it sickens me, seeing the strong fall into this obvious trap
And I am no worse in the end, with the spike in my arms--the bottle at my throat, being spoon-fed the falsity of salvation.
I am vain--I see that in the end, you'd rather not understand or learn from your mistakes. I'm just too tired to care. Give me oblivion.
You will learn finally that this is a hundred times better than being in limbo--doing nothing, telling yourself that lying is survival and that tomorrow will be a better day.
Strap an iv on me full of undaunted hypocrisy and lay me down on skid-row. This is absolution. This is where I belong.
It is infinitely better than lying to myself day-in and day-out--for that is the biggest lie, and when that comes to an end--I know it will be all right, and the mightiest truth will soak in. Give me strength, for I need cliches right now more than ever.
There isn't anything left to aspire, to cling too
Human revulsion; dirty sins put over us inside a narco-liquid-numbing haze
Beauty disappears whenever we conspire to believe others bullshit
Because we are not strong enough to fight through a torrent of delusions,
The lie seems better than the truth; it sickens me, seeing the strong fall into this obvious trap
And I am no worse in the end, with the spike in my arms--the bottle at my throat, being spoon-fed the falsity of salvation.
I am vain--I see that in the end, you'd rather not understand or learn from your mistakes. I'm just too tired to care. Give me oblivion.
You will learn finally that this is a hundred times better than being in limbo--doing nothing, telling yourself that lying is survival and that tomorrow will be a better day.
Strap an iv on me full of undaunted hypocrisy and lay me down on skid-row. This is absolution. This is where I belong.
It is infinitely better than lying to myself day-in and day-out--for that is the biggest lie, and when that comes to an end--I know it will be all right, and the mightiest truth will soak in. Give me strength, for I need cliches right now more than ever.
