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Maybe I’m insane Maybe I’m a child set in stone Maybe I’m broken deep down to my bones With shattered words left unspoken When you won’t let me speak With all this stress I turn to tweak But, really, I don’t when you last said Neither of us can geek, so I would rather be dead Than pick that up, I will when I’m dead As much as I feel that way now I can’t let any more bad news bring me down When I’m already at the verge of ending it all I just keep breathing, I just keep swimming, push through the withdraws Even if they’re not as intense There’s nothing in me anymore that can make me dance Make me sing, make me write something worth more Than this shit, but why give the condemned any remorse?
When you question everything that runs through your head When you could pull an all-nighter, or maybe go to bed Sometimes life catches you by surprise Or you won’t survive the sunrise I’m flushed. I’m pumped. About to explode. Beating and busting out of my chest My heart screams and my hands ache Deciding how much more I'm willing to take These black and white feelings bruised me I've got shaky knees and a head rush I never thought I'd miss you so much I miss the feeling of grinding teeth While I grind the gears ever-connecting in my mind Who cares if I’m biting down all the time? Still bodies harbor these racing thoughts Chasing things I ought to not Too far from home, I was born to roam I was born to spill lines out on these shattered streets Where Hell and harmony finally meet
When it's time to sleep, the midnight seekers come out to play Keep the fire, boys with tired eyes get thrown in the ashtray I've got Tina tinkering and tweaking on the couch to my right With her vacant eyes, and yet, such delight So tell me what the media says to that Or you can take a chance to see where it’s really at Airbrushed magazines at gasoline pumps romanticize And fantasize anything for a knock-out story, I know
All I’ve heard for the past seven hours Is constant conversation with sharp fixation Of useless information about certain creation Like the concept of time while I scribble this rhyme Over the doors of perception I will forever climb Because society is wrong and reality is yours for the taking And making an experience So here’s some coherence I know you’ve been so curious about
These are regular people And the least bit of evil So smart, it’s an art Craving knowledge all the way back from the start Who analyze all the fine print In still bodies with mouths that sprint
How can I write when my eyes see more than what's really there I thought I was stronger but I didn't know my heart was this bare When you can only stay up and keep nothing down Your body screams but misguided thoughts control the crown Reality is nothing but chemical levels and wavelengths To test your will and lack of strength Cheeks in blush that secretly flush out your will to stay alive Purple and blue never looked so cruel on calloused and bruised fingers Tasks that once were simple now make you tremble unless you pull the trigger Of that crystal pistol And watch days blur into one, until the final end when you look in the mirror Of a picture you haven’t seen in forever this clear Small shifts in appearance like sunken cheeks and vacant eyes Try to tell yourself it’s a better disguise
Can’t seem to sleep and too tired to weep At seven in the afternoon, half gone all along Watching with envy while I skip the rip on your bong Even if I could, my mouth can barely open With so many words that are still left unspoken