Woke up on the bad side of bed again, I cant escape this phase, Everywhere I turn theres another wall, And the medicine cabinet feeling like Im stuck in a maze, I can only find my way out by subtraction, murder is my reaction, Look in the basement and you can see what I mean, People all cut to pieces, soaking in gasoline. Ive always thought I was diffrent from the start, Born with a black heart, Addicted to pitch dark, I still dont understand why Im so in love with Killing, So I just sit and stare up at the ceiling, Hoping I get to take this jacket off, But not with all this crazy talk, Maybe I will tend to find my sanity, Or just embrace the fate the voices have handed me ~ Monoxide Child
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 02:13:01 +0000