There's a simple form of living called Eat Yourself
Convenient self-imposed life to death prison
We thrive on our shortcomings and mistakes
Failure is an option most people take
To elude life itself through broken dreams spasms
We paint our cells with every crime we commit
In our twisted fantasies or in our twisted lives
We take great pride in showing shame
This is the age of pointed finger mirror figure
This green mile is tiled with painful moments
We will soon gather under a giant razorblade
And raise our arms in worship
- CUT !
I mean do you always have to sound that harsh?
Try to change your tone and maybe people will listen.
- I have no life, just my work that bleeds.
There's no point in lying, truth eventually prevails
- I thought you had grown up now.
Never thought to hear this coming from you.
- I don't believe in growing up, you only grow old.
I was born an old man, I will die crying like a child.
Each man carries his own thoughts into the hole
And hopes that blissful serenity will follow
I live the life of a high roller
Spending no time at all with ingrown desires
I write nonsense on a falling comet tail
And chase that beautiful girl around the corner
In this shivering translucent dream I find no hope
But utter despair that ripens and becomes explosive
I invented the flying particle letter, nobody cares
It doesn't break soul armor but boundaries of thought
It's just an overgrown illusion going wild
I sometimes whisper to myself whilst in deep sleep |
Submission Name: Mea culpa
