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Here are the Please Dont Jump lyrics. Ill also put them in the Youtube description. Enjoy. --- Please Dont Jump I was sitting in a waiting room, thinking ‘bout death, with a razor in my throat, and a trickle for breath, hazard a guess, influenza bending a burly back, attacking the systems under the flesh. Oh yes. It was, white blood and a tight lung in the days, I was coughing like a demon trying to be free of my frame, reasoning pain isn’t all evil and strange but I was fetal in my sleep trying to sneeze out my brain. I was eerie in delirium, battling with bacterium, The leery son of virulence, speaking in Illyrian, I’m staring at the stygian, the limits of this simian, Masticating vitamins, I follow each criterion; Step 1: push a couple pills over your black tongue, Step 2: call every victim of bad you have done, Step 3: apologise and beg for their forgiveness, Let them witness the salvation of a dead man I’m saying Please don’t jump I need you in my life this isn’t done I’m fiending for some love that I can touch But when push comes to shove I’m screaming Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Hear me when you feel you’re in a slump, I’ll love you till I’m dust, but if that’s not enough, I’m sorry but I’m all in screaming Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Please don’t jump I was delusional, staggering, tripping over dead legs, mind a shade darker than the Mariana trench yet the fish that I’m in school with swim equally as messed with an illness of the spirit I have felt since pre-breath. I am existing, I am existing. Pistons pull the chassis of my carriage through the shit when it hit the fan and splattered through the carrions and pigs if this is just an instant I will carry it with dignity. But if this is existence I will throw myself from cliffs or be another sad statistic in a blue chapter of history, my gut becomes a vacuum, working in reverse, I’m spewing words that don’t exist, like burst fire artillery, Help me, save me, please I’m nearly done. I’m stranded feeling dead and I do not know where to run. Save me, help me, treat me like your son because I’m standing on the ledge and I am trying not to jump, you’re saying Please don’t jump I need you in my life this isn’t done I’m fiending for some love that I can touch But when push comes to shove I’m screaming Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Hear me when you feel you’re in a slump, I’ll love you till I’m dust, but if that’s not enough, I’m sorry but I’m all in screaming Please don’t jump Please don’t jump Please don’t jump. I am sick to the very soul that cohabitates this shuck I call a body, corpse-like, walking with the dead, I am sorry, but please don’t worry, let me explain properly. It is… it is… It’s the folly of a boy following call of the void, he’s maintaining his poise with the poison deep in his joints, but he’s burning up, burning man, inhospitable lands, that sprung a city ‘round him when he broke and settled down, I am not my physical, claw a little deeper in the mud and find the ores that all course through my husk, I am not my literal, if I cannot portray it with my tongue, does that mean I don’t feel it in my blood? I am not that pitiful, I’m crawling through the dirt, I want to run, and I am so afraid I missed the gun, but I am sick of being miserable, I’m here to clear the dust off of the sun and when it’s done I will hold my breath and jump. youtube/watch?v=cbG43BEP3mc
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 07:19:36 +0000

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