I stand alone
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Burned every bridge over the troubled water
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No longer hiding from my personality disorder
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A stronger tide is coming, I've been running
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trying to function fine with out my mind
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climbing out this fucking corner
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I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals
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A forgotten rebel
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craft in the absence of heaven's heavy hands to develop an evident level of benevolence
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so it's probably better I sold my soul to the devil
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This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me
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Don't pretend to understand none of the issues that I'm holding
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I was in a rush to grow up, look Mom no cuts
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Just a stomach in disgust, and the fear
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that I might go nuts this year
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If I don't slow up I'll see you on my way
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One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK
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I've lost all faith in a world so full of hate
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and I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape
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I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face
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and putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race
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Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take
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I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake
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Introducing the corroded bumps I hide behind my smile
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I'm angry at the universe for the way she treats me now
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And keeps me down,
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stealing all my energy
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I'm feeling like my enemy, concealing my identity
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Not dealing with my tendencies,
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I peel the skin and then I squeeze
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The real imprinted hand cause he's
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not human in this century,
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I'm kneeling to the entity
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Who built this penitentiary,
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as filthy as a centipede
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And guilt was in his sense cause he was willing to just let me bleed, While I wore a game face
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In 10 years don't check for me I'll be in the same place
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This planet's just an over-populated mental hospital
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Each zombie walk around constitutes another obstacle
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So here it is I'm finally coming out my shell
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All 19 years of my life have been in conflict with myself
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I'm insecure by every facet of my existence
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From my addictions, to the condition I choose to live in
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Who you kidding?
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I suffer from excess anxiety
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A product of pollution in American society
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Stare into my eyes and see the hell that burns inside my mind
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and I no longer have an ego I can hide behind
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but I've been trying disregarding my insanity
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Every form of art isolates us from humanity
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But it's provoked against being force fed
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so Fuck education for a decade and 3 years
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of headaches from my peers
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Cause now I realize I could have learned more on my own
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They taught me how to know everything except my soul
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Which is everything I need to grow
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Everything that keeps me whole
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Everything that ever meant anything to Eyedea
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So I leave with golden hopes
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to rip the leash that holds my focus
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but the fact remains the same, I'm still bound by chains
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It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
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The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
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Some people say I've changed, and it's harder to relate to me
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Good, I never liked you our friendship was make believe
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I'm peeling the mask back and
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revealing the rap that's been
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Feeling my organs drilling short distorted portions
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of morbid acid keeps the torture unfortunately crafted
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interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder
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The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in
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Feels like the brain is hanging on by one clothes pin
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I've hidden in the darkness for too long
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I make it look all right but on the inside it's all wrong
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I want life to change but I don't know if it can
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for a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am
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I stand alone burned every bridge over the trouble water
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No longer hiding from my personality disorder
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You want to die in my life?
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then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner
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Cause even shadows have shadows
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and my secrets are eating me eagerly feeding
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I scream in my dreams away but they keep on defeating me
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Even Shadows have Shadows
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Welcome to the dusty subconscious of an actor
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Who murdered his childhood to stop the audience's laughter
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Even Shadows have Shadows
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How am I to break free from my fears
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When I don't like wha |