Reclaim
I had a dream that I could trade my life, for all the power in the world for one day.
I took it in an instant without a single pause for thought, without a single delay.
As the truth is I hate myself, and I’m only waiting for the day I die.
So I changed everything about myself, and soared through the sky. I was happy for just a single day.
And when it came time to expire, there wasn’t time to hesitate.
Heaven or Hell awaits me through those doors, and some days I don’t care which way I go.
I’m surrounded by people I project my own self on to, and for that I won’t part my lips.
Silence now, as my finger tips run cold. In darkness I find myself, and within it; hope.
And in light my face turns pale.
My walls with hooks are crashing down.
Mesmerising sound,
The cold screams and disappears into the mist.
A man whore, I wish I could be.
The pressure my needs put on me.
Burning silk and watching water, bowling life on sand.
Taking a chance, train away and to never again.
Skin and bones; damaged lows.
And all I know is that life is too slow.
A gun to my head hits home instead.
I felt love for the first time in the twilight of the night; in the sombre behind my eyes.
I must admit nothing turned out how I planned.
And between you and me this life can’t be described.
I hope you know I never did lie.
I took it in an instant without a single pause for thought, without a single delay.
As the truth is I hate myself, and I’m only waiting for the day I die.
So I changed everything about myself, and soared through the sky. I was happy for just a single day.
And when it came time to expire, there wasn’t time to hesitate.
Heaven or Hell awaits me through those doors, and some days I don’t care which way I go.
I’m surrounded by people I project my own self on to, and for that I won’t part my lips.
Silence now, as my finger tips run cold. In darkness I find myself, and within it; hope.
And in light my face turns pale.
My walls with hooks are crashing down.
Mesmerising sound,
The cold screams and disappears into the mist.
A man whore, I wish I could be.
The pressure my needs put on me.
Burning silk and watching water, bowling life on sand.
Taking a chance, train away and to never again.
Skin and bones; damaged lows.
And all I know is that life is too slow.
A gun to my head hits home instead.
I felt love for the first time in the twilight of the night; in the sombre behind my eyes.
I must admit nothing turned out how I planned.
And between you and me this life can’t be described.
I hope you know I never did lie.