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Behind The Eyeswhy do I always feel like I'm watching myselffrom the other side of the glass I'm surviving on impulse and instinct this twisted charade won't last I fought for much of my time to kill the predicable cliche but in my futile efforts I've only wrought disarray if I knew now what I'm going to learn in time I could save myself the effort and a death behind the eyes I'm no figure of liberty no man means any more to me ever get that sinking feeling? if I knew now what I'm going to learn in time I could save myself the effort and a death behind the eyes there's blood on the walls but at least your hands are dry you might look clean but the same doesn't go for inside now it's a total eclipse I'm pulling ahead I hope you live your life knowing that you'd be better off dead I fought for much of my time to kill the predicable cliche but in my futile efforts I've only wrought disarray fractals spiralling all around but at last my fragile mind has crawled through almost unscathed yet completely deranged lost in a lonely constrast survival's a must but what's worth the pain of existence when gold's become rust? |