Heightened senses, an overflow of emotion
Flowers overturn as I listen to the beating in my chest
Collapsing on myself, who was I lying to?
How often do I kill myself, I keep running in circles
The only thing that's haunted is me
I stand gazing at the aftermath, petrified at my own creation
Luminous sparks of crimson paint the walls
Fixations, my mind unwinding like a broken clock
A single flicker of light illuminates the obsidian walls
The sound of nothing, so this is madness incarnate
My senses distorted, a compass with no direction
This is the designation of the damned, to wander off the grid
Willingly, I entrenched myself into this quicksand
Verses upon verses of wishful thinking, all gone, all dead
My eyes unfocused, a vision of a future I don't belong to
Everyone's asleep at some point in time, if you're lucky you just die
Filthy, doesn't it bother you how easy it is to make that choice?
Chasing after the great unknown, like it's going to be their salvation
It wears you out, but it's better than suffering from the recoil
Rage is a fuel, doesn't run anything but burns everything
Reaching critical mass isn't the point, it's the fallout
The end result, an utter desperation for something to exist
Artificial, isn't it daunting how a walk in the park can be?
Next thing you know, you notice everybody can't really see
You can't liberate yourself because you know you're sedated
This is the contract that I signed up for, the life I have bought
A current that runs through your veins, neither dead or alive
This is your friend, this is what is real, this is the cold black
A dreamworld where you can stop running and just breathe
Where you can turn around and embrace that figure in the void
Coins continue to fall into a wishing well where my soul fell
Just one more and perhaps this time it'll come true
Counting down the days until the end of all that ever was
For this time it's a ghost, like a lover forlorn and forsaken
It swallows me whole, and I felt like I could finally let go