I can't let go,
I feel my finger's slipping, but I just
grip more tightly a hold of all of this.
The noise inside my brain
is driving me insane again, I so
wish it would go away, but I can't find
a good way of banishing.
Breaking at the seams,
I wake up, found my way out of a
maze of confusing dreams, perhaps it
helped to work out the shit in me, but I'm
still feeling empty, still feeling futile.
I feel so diconnected.
I feel so angry.
I fear there's no way out
of this bleak dependency.
Break my back just to
meet up where I began.
Trying to reach my place in life
and I know I could die at any time.
Any of us could die at any time.
I need a place to clear my head.
I need some fucking stability,
all I can see is black and red.
Seems there's no comfort anymore.
I can hardly even remember what it's like
to be happy and positive and care-free.
I could run to that pill or have sex again,
but is that the only way to the
white-light-of-life experience?
Is there any other way
to be free?
I'm dragging my feet through this
and it better be worth it.
Will this be over soon?
Whatever I'm punishing myself for,
haven't I paid by debts yet?
Bring me back to Me,
this masque is suffocating,
woven together by habits, colored
by reflective emotions, I can't
rip it off of me or chip it away.
I can't even remember my
true face.
Layers and layers of it
make me feel all the more fake.
Am I in the center, or is it just like
a Chinse box right down to infinity?
I'm running on empty here and
my shadow's getting bigger,
breaking through, swallowing me
as I scream at you,
as I passioantely hate anything,
as I give up totally and damn me and
the world and everyone and absoltuely everything.
Blast away every
reflex in my mind
there has got to be some
way to reverse this.
I want to run away,
but I've got no sense of direction,
and I always end up hitting a brick wall
or falling back into this marsh again,
or get back on the wheel, spinning,
spinning, just spinning.
Just bring me back
to Me, please.
Me, bring me
back to you.
Will this be over soon?
Whatever I'm punishing myself for,
haven't I paid by debts yet?
I can't let go,
I feel my finger's slipping, but I just
grip more tightly a hold of all of this.
And this masque is suffocating,
and I just want to breathe again.
I just want to be Me again.
I feel my finger's slipping, but I just
grip more tightly a hold of all of this.
The noise inside my brain
is driving me insane again, I so
wish it would go away, but I can't find
a good way of banishing.
Breaking at the seams,
I wake up, found my way out of a
maze of confusing dreams, perhaps it
helped to work out the shit in me, but I'm
still feeling empty, still feeling futile.
I feel so diconnected.
I feel so angry.
I fear there's no way out
of this bleak dependency.
Break my back just to
meet up where I began.
Trying to reach my place in life
and I know I could die at any time.
Any of us could die at any time.
I need a place to clear my head.
I need some fucking stability,
all I can see is black and red.
Seems there's no comfort anymore.
I can hardly even remember what it's like
to be happy and positive and care-free.
I could run to that pill or have sex again,
but is that the only way to the
white-light-of-life experience?
Is there any other way
to be free?
I'm dragging my feet through this
and it better be worth it.
Will this be over soon?
Whatever I'm punishing myself for,
haven't I paid by debts yet?
Bring me back to Me,
this masque is suffocating,
woven together by habits, colored
by reflective emotions, I can't
rip it off of me or chip it away.
I can't even remember my
true face.
Layers and layers of it
make me feel all the more fake.
Am I in the center, or is it just like
a Chinse box right down to infinity?
I'm running on empty here and
my shadow's getting bigger,
breaking through, swallowing me
as I scream at you,
as I passioantely hate anything,
as I give up totally and damn me and
the world and everyone and absoltuely everything.
Blast away every
reflex in my mind
there has got to be some
way to reverse this.
I want to run away,
but I've got no sense of direction,
and I always end up hitting a brick wall
or falling back into this marsh again,
or get back on the wheel, spinning,
spinning, just spinning.
Just bring me back
to Me, please.
Me, bring me
back to you.
Will this be over soon?
Whatever I'm punishing myself for,
haven't I paid by debts yet?
I can't let go,
I feel my finger's slipping, but I just
grip more tightly a hold of all of this.
And this masque is suffocating,
and I just want to breathe again.
I just want to be Me again.
