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a moment's time is all you ever need to choose fate it's not a lie but a stronger truth you know it's concise don't give me that look of disgust when you hold all of my distrust another word from you and i don't know what i'll do Songtexteyour voice like screaming children i worry where your body has been it hasn't been with me if you were me you would see because if you are truthful i don't believe that you are who i wear on my sleeve i'm so tired the blinding light can't even guide me where am i? the more dead the better like a tree dried and cracking you think i'm laughing i'm a wreck and you're there to see but there's not much underneath you with me there was and this wasn't just the drugs you joke and i choke because being here beside you is like beating children in public like breaking banks with toothpicks but when the concrete is fresh and i can step and not a sound you'll hound and somewhere somehow i'll be found so spend another worthless moment trying to tell me what you need but i still bleed i'm a person not a machine so give me fifty seven more tries and every time i use one part of me dies because being with you now is like slaughtering a cow artistic and slow but there's nothing much to show but a fresh slice of flesh that we're eating like the rest it's nothing more than something that was there before we began it's nothing it's nothing more than something that was there before we began and now i am trying to keep myself from dying because death is so illusive it's somewhat intrusive on how we can vaguely be beneath the silent trees when summer has hit us hard and there's nothing in the yard but vacant memories clouded by bad judgement and if i could destroy what i had lost i would feel quite above it so give me another mix there's nothing that can fix the nicks and cuts along my legs from working hard all day but you don't understand the truth even when it's in front of you and now it's so plain to see that's why you can't be with me pretend you're seventeen like a movie star magazine your eyes lie and so do your thighs about who you want to be with when you die another night alone i'm turning off my phone in fear that you would call and wake me from my steady fall of self decline and waste there is no need to haste stumbling towards the door i always knew you were a whore sorry it's been fun now that you're gone and there's no one that knows what i'm on but maybe you could figure it out if you took the time to hear my shouts the warm blood feels fresh on my cold skin i'd laugh in her face the grass is always greener bitch being alone gives a sense of tranquility i haven't felt in what feels like a lifetime could this be a way for me to run from the most painful personal experience so pure it intimidates me Aus Songtexte Mania