Oct 15, 2007 17:36
The end is not near, the end is not here: focus god damnit!
Indebted to everyone, I've fucked my way down the ladder
Coming up with nothing but myself in my broken hands
I was warned but my supposed strength has raped me
Taken, stolen from myself I have destroyed it all
Again, I don't know what it is that eats it way through me
But he is a creature created by me and my stupidity
Grow up little boy, grow up and stop kidding yourself
These dreams are not dreams for life but for sleep
So let those dreams have their time and build your own
For a time that is here, a time that is now
Praying for death can create a monster
Believing that death is near has created many
Bring me back to me, bring me back to me
Something set me free from my obsurdity