Need something to kill the demons inside.
Much like a knife to the side of my mind.
Blood poors, my tears stream, but not because of the pain i feel physically.
Physically i am numb
My nerves have gone dumb.
Its the sum.
sum of the thoughts and process taken place in my life.
All the strife.
What the fuck is this thats inside of me?
This thing that tearing me, from the inside.
Tryin to get out, what is this all about. What have i goten myself into.
Theres no more places to run to. Its taken me over, im done, all life i knew is gone. but for what? What had my life built up to?
A couple jobs, and kiss to few.
Im a wreck, stranded an island thats just a speck. Noone out there can hear or understand my tones, not even the words i put down when i am alone. But thats it in the end, im all alone. Noone out there to hold my hand, not one person to give me a chance.
Is it because of what you see at first glance?
Is it what you hear of me that makes you second think that chance?
Im a monsta, noone can soothe the aching of this heart.
Im so close to tearing myself apart.
Might as well get me that cart.
My end is near, i no longer can live in fear.
All i can do is sit. All i can do is wait, until the keeper, my soul to take.
Its just fate, its something i have no choice but to take.
This road im going is the one i take.
If it is the end of me so be it. Just atleast let go out with a bang.
Let me go out with a silver kisses to the side of the head.
Maybe a couple of love taps to the rib cage and ill be dead.
Good and gone, good and done.
Hell smokin wit satan should be a bit fun
