You creep in the dark.
Feet crunch on the carpet
on a journey to pause at my beside.
Eerie silence stinging, penetrating to depths
too knowing to ignore.
And I'm not running away,
not that I could if I wished to anyway.
Rasping cerebral whispers send shivers through me,
a crescendo oscillating through the beaten gray
that I cradle in my cranium,
into the soul within that awakes
and aches to break on through
to the blazing sunlight from which you hide.
And its only a matter of time.
I know its just a matter of time.
I fear where this is all going,
yet its no greater than the ache of the wait.
I'd like to think that I'm growing,
but not into a skin you made for me
so spare me your deceiving eyes,
leave me a piece of mind.
You must know I hear the ticking of the clock
as this world falls away
one feeble fucking lie at a time.
Just don't tell me who I am.
Don't tell me where I came from
or point to the approaching horizon.
It doesn't suffice as a lullaby.
Just do what you do and leave.
Just do what you do and leave.
Feet crunch on the carpet
on a journey to pause at my beside.
Eerie silence stinging, penetrating to depths
too knowing to ignore.
And I'm not running away,
not that I could if I wished to anyway.
Rasping cerebral whispers send shivers through me,
a crescendo oscillating through the beaten gray
that I cradle in my cranium,
into the soul within that awakes
and aches to break on through
to the blazing sunlight from which you hide.
And its only a matter of time.
I know its just a matter of time.
I fear where this is all going,
yet its no greater than the ache of the wait.
I'd like to think that I'm growing,
but not into a skin you made for me
so spare me your deceiving eyes,
leave me a piece of mind.
You must know I hear the ticking of the clock
as this world falls away
one feeble fucking lie at a time.
Just don't tell me who I am.
Don't tell me where I came from
or point to the approaching horizon.
It doesn't suffice as a lullaby.
Just do what you do and leave.
Just do what you do and leave.
