Infected deep inside, prosthetic light, falls over my eyes, and these words were spoke in fear, catacombs of rotten smiles, did i mention that im real
now that all this smoke is clearing, the plan has been destroyed and im back here, in puddles of what was my moon light, the only thing that kept me
It was a cold day when johnny he tried his luck they said watch out for yourself you dont give a fuck so he took that hit and threw away his entire life
it, i try to remember the good things i say, its hard to, its hard, its hard to do, im not a poet just an idiot, tryin to make my blind way through the days, dont talk
When i think to myself, and i wonder what ive done to deserve all the pain, that i have inside, alone in my bed, i try not to see what i could have been
On the morning i woke up and screamed out loud my god what happened to the life that once made me so proud thoughts of dying thoughts of living past
In my life, no memory could have matched the day that i saw her once at last eyes so true a face that could stop time can i lie and say we never met
Put out the lights, and now forever will be here just two more moments of death, then all this sickness dissapears, into a blackness, and now ill see
One day of this, the setting sun brings life to all the things i have missed, can we just wait, for other days to throw ourselfs on tracks that hold
