Iím working on working this out.
And I think Iím not getting paid enough.
You in the center of youth.
And me on the leaving of it.
Steal my priorities,
Put yourself at the top.
Where you belong,
And where you donít.
Iím pulling a Houdini in short time,
And leaving this isolated world to dust.
You canít be my companion this time.
Not where Iím going.
And no, I donít need roads.
Because I donít plan of following them.
I want to pave my own way.
Drive fast down the back roads of nowhere.
Because thatís where Iím going.
Nowhere really fucking fast.
But I like that nowhere.
Because it is anywhere but here.
Iíll persevere through many days.
Kick at the darkness,
Until it bleeds daylight.
Iíll take a bullet if I need to.
If it stands between my end and me.
Or brings me closer to.
I feel a need.
To let my words travel.
Until the world ends.
Iím mumbling and muttering.
Itíll be my demise.
Lack of communication,
It was the cause of death in other aspects
Of what I call my life.
I donít want it to murder us.
So Iím telling you now.
That I am lost deep in nothing,
And everything as well.
You canít find me here,
Because you havenít been here yet.
I hope you never will.
Because by the time you get here.
Iíll have already gone.
And wonít be there or able to save you.
I canít save myself right now.
Why does everyone think I can save the
People have this faith in me.
Like Iím some sort of angel.
The expect me to save them from hell.
As I flap my wings and fly away.
I say to you.
Liberate Se Ex Inferis.
Save Yourself From Hell.