the finality of deaths taken my breath
i can't see between the lines to take a step
mistaken the depth for room to wiggle
tried to fine myself a little, tried to make some spittle
my mouth is dry though. cant comply to notes i never wrote
just sit back and act like i dont see the world dying
its beyond trying to counteract it
just behind the counter active, subtracting brain cells
where the pain dwells hits with tomahawks
soon my heart'll stop, but it's not beyond the drop
or where the whole world listens
the pearl still glistens and tells me it's allright
up all night. where could have i gone right.
i'll never know.
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