Description: it's about insomnia, and how i sometimes tend to tear myself to pieces when i can't sleep
machine head is a good song, all credit to gavin rossdale of bush i am a huge fan.
chained to this world -------------------------------------------
self-vivisection
subject writhes
bed feels like a table
unable to close
those wired eyes
kill the red electric light
millions of scalpel thoughts
racing machine head
slicing through
pink mind tissue
what will I find?
some anomaly or idiosyncrasy
from society's definiton "normalcy"
or some strange tic inside my brain
to explain the torture
raging wide-eyed hell
engine running strong
assembly line stands still
until sun-up
time to get up
and the day goes on
and on
and on
don't yawn because
you're boring
in my head
swear it's true
I care
I care
but i'm not really there
long for the night, shut tired eyes
and try
and cry
doing time
but why was i
given a life sentence
for some dream crime
forget the reason
this rhyme is like a rubix cube
i can't just take the stickers off
and my hands are tied
and i sigh
and i die
each and every
fucking time
It is like you're endlessly running through the "motions" like that of a machine, so callous, so cold and you can see this but do nothing about it. Like the misery of watching yourself die in third person, distant and satalited. Things that shouldnt mean so much mean so much, such frivilous things like sleep. Trapped, so much apathy in this write.
Submission Name: chained to this world
