Theraphy
Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 3:23 am
muscles sting in atrophy the silence inside is maddening
the confusion is happening struggles that always end in catastrophe
sights thats lastly seen burning dots in the center of my corneas
the feelings of euphoria chasing stories of a phony buzz
the sadness of a lonely love that chance i missed but wished to keep
this sick in me with mental histories parents mad and pissed at me
the shit that speaks inside of me constantly shoving me away
the hate you lovingly display makes me crazy erupting in dismay
as the coming of the day with the rising sun sheds light to faith
i fight and fight to save this existence is a blight of pain
never feeling right as rain more like a tornado in the mountains
as seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours as im counting
the tears feel like a fountain with a plug that blocks the spout
i get shook and rocked by doubt tired of the voices so i talk aloud
as i walk around this destitute institute that i call my mind
all the signs point toward the time im just hoping not to fall behind
even i fault i find that im the biggest enemy that ive encountered
as my sin flounders and i binge downers til the hinge counters
and knocks me back like fringe bouncers behind a thin counter
i've been out of... this social loop for too long can i hang on
rappers spit the same songs as im trying to become a king from a game pawn
the confusion is happening struggles that always end in catastrophe
sights thats lastly seen burning dots in the center of my corneas
the feelings of euphoria chasing stories of a phony buzz
the sadness of a lonely love that chance i missed but wished to keep
this sick in me with mental histories parents mad and pissed at me
the shit that speaks inside of me constantly shoving me away
the hate you lovingly display makes me crazy erupting in dismay
as the coming of the day with the rising sun sheds light to faith
i fight and fight to save this existence is a blight of pain
never feeling right as rain more like a tornado in the mountains
as seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours as im counting
the tears feel like a fountain with a plug that blocks the spout
i get shook and rocked by doubt tired of the voices so i talk aloud
as i walk around this destitute institute that i call my mind
all the signs point toward the time im just hoping not to fall behind
even i fault i find that im the biggest enemy that ive encountered
as my sin flounders and i binge downers til the hinge counters
and knocks me back like fringe bouncers behind a thin counter
i've been out of... this social loop for too long can i hang on
rappers spit the same songs as im trying to become a king from a game pawn