Songs for the End of an Age
What am I anyway?
Just a weakling.
Just another sad ending.
Just another name on a list.
This is what we do,turn things into people,people into things.
I wake up and look into the mirror,and I realize that it doesn't matter how toned,thin,or tan I get,I will always see someone hideous.Times like that,it makes me wonder why I got out of bed at all.
In a world where you can't vent when something really gets to you,when words aren't enough,what do you do?I'll tell you what you do,you sit back and let it fester,you let it take hold on your soul until you start feeling physical pain because of it.After that you bend it to your will,and in the end you become a sadder,stronger version of yourself.
...Somewhere there's a place where it's always 73 degrees outside,where the fields go on forever,where there are no ants and the wine tastes as sweet as honey,where love doesn't die.What they don't tell you is to get there you have to fight like a madman,and maybe,just maybe when you're swimming in blood up to your neck,you'll be done fighting and you can go home.
...but then,sometimes,there's no happy ending.
Sometimes,there's just not enough rocks.
Fin.
Just a weakling.
Just another sad ending.
Just another name on a list.
This is what we do,turn things into people,people into things.
I wake up and look into the mirror,and I realize that it doesn't matter how toned,thin,or tan I get,I will always see someone hideous.Times like that,it makes me wonder why I got out of bed at all.
In a world where you can't vent when something really gets to you,when words aren't enough,what do you do?I'll tell you what you do,you sit back and let it fester,you let it take hold on your soul until you start feeling physical pain because of it.After that you bend it to your will,and in the end you become a sadder,stronger version of yourself.
...Somewhere there's a place where it's always 73 degrees outside,where the fields go on forever,where there are no ants and the wine tastes as sweet as honey,where love doesn't die.What they don't tell you is to get there you have to fight like a madman,and maybe,just maybe when you're swimming in blood up to your neck,you'll be done fighting and you can go home.
...but then,sometimes,there's no happy ending.
Sometimes,there's just not enough rocks.
Fin.