TheTwighlight
Bluelighter
The Meltdown
Yesterday was unlike any other day
I've never had to hold myself, or fall away from grace
I answer with purpose unknown, but no one is here for me
It took some time, but I realize now that this trip is a tragedy
Running, but getting nowhere
Playing this foolish game
Now even the voices inside of my head
are asleep when they whisper my name
I've gone insane
and lost my way
I can't contain
this beast today
Strung apart, and hanging barely from a thread
IVs and tubes and a heart monitor that can tell them
when I'm finally dead
A twisted narcotic state; entangled so chemically
Feeling like this arose opposite bliss, and the accident
left me to think:
There used to be random flight
There used to be perfect rain
There once was a time when my mind was still mine
and I felt I was sane
(Now I'm) Staring at neon streetlights, in places I used to know
Piecing the fragments, for sense of control
I claw at fate
then crawl away
I can't sustain
this feast today
There used to be random flight
There used to be perfect rain
There used to be brilliant light that shone forth
through the absence of pain
(Now I'm) Praying like I never have before
Down on both knees with no way to go
Running, but getting nowhere
and reverse enough to stay
lost in the maze of my mortal foe
I've gone insane
and lost my way
I can't contain
this fiend today
copyright 2010 Masochist/THN
Yesterday was unlike any other day
I've never had to hold myself, or fall away from grace
I answer with purpose unknown, but no one is here for me
It took some time, but I realize now that this trip is a tragedy
Running, but getting nowhere
Playing this foolish game
Now even the voices inside of my head
are asleep when they whisper my name
I've gone insane
and lost my way
I can't contain
this beast today
Strung apart, and hanging barely from a thread
IVs and tubes and a heart monitor that can tell them
when I'm finally dead
A twisted narcotic state; entangled so chemically
Feeling like this arose opposite bliss, and the accident
left me to think:
There used to be random flight
There used to be perfect rain
There once was a time when my mind was still mine
and I felt I was sane
(Now I'm) Staring at neon streetlights, in places I used to know
Piecing the fragments, for sense of control
I claw at fate
then crawl away
I can't sustain
this feast today
There used to be random flight
There used to be perfect rain
There used to be brilliant light that shone forth
through the absence of pain
(Now I'm) Praying like I never have before
Down on both knees with no way to go
Running, but getting nowhere
and reverse enough to stay
lost in the maze of my mortal foe
I've gone insane
and lost my way
I can't contain
this fiend today
copyright 2010 Masochist/THN
