its like im looking back at me thoughout all of this pain
so screwed up and insane through all the things that ive attained
every level of my brain is still wrecked and in the rain
i walk and arrange every strange dream that came to me
talking to the plains about the range of all my rage
the cages that i built and all pages that i spilt
so much ink on that youd think that id be thinking on strong
well your on wrong and im all gone i wont be blinking long
im sinking into tradgedy thats now and every saturday
would i rather be different thats a given if youd listen
living on bring it on come on and sing my prison songs
the bars are getting tighter i just cant be bothered to fight
like its hard to see in sight nothing but a ****in plight
many parts to the puzzles that stabbed my heart muscles
i bleed into the darkness its so bad am i father
of this and all the sorrow that you ever felt follow
me and youll feel that you better take the cold steel
who told me to feel the fear embrace it through the tears
lets face it through the years i just needed those chemicals
they tore me down the centre folds of sick old and moulding
and decaying brain cells and systems that rebelled
im just saying this pains hell and these visions still tell
of little kid me screaming "just play with the ****in veins
look at the trains lets play a game jump infront of it
tell em that your dumb or stupid son of a ***** run
just kill your ****in self come on what the **** its fun"
but now im 26 how long can i just keep laughing?
with the past and its tracks leading so fast to the blackness
what if im nothing but a ****ing bad a habit
**** it wheres the knife just get it over stab it