The fear comes all of a sudden
It makes you sick and tired of the walls
It gives you fake – biologycal, physical, psychological – reasons to leave
You can only see the selfishness
After you’ve sinned
There’s no going back
No possible regret
And the monster that you fear
Just goes bigger
Just another thing you can’t deal with
And now you’re the one alone
And you’ll always make sure of that.
Blood — not mine
Cold, material words
You don’t make me feel any more alive
4 o’clock feels like a limbo
I want a Baphomet’s statue
Keep lying on the floor
Cause the trash rests in bed
You see? There’s something really wrong with me
You take your papers and you can’t find the right words to tell me and you couldn’t
If I so pretty, why am I all alone?
If I’m so smart, why my speech is not noticed?
If I have so much potencial, why don’t I have the best grades?
If I’m so talented, why am I not satisfied?
Everything about me is whether a lie or a mirage
Inside I’m like an atom of sadness
Almost all empty and somewhat blue
I keep on lowing my aspirations and still I keep failling
And I don’t think
I could get used to something going well
From where I’m sitting, there’s just two possible destinies to things:
Whether they go worse or stop existing