Time...
So, are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No, no
Are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No
Everything was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Things weren't supposed to fall apart like this. There wasn't supposed to be all this pain, all this anger. People weren't supposed to care what he did.
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I’m gonna talk about some freaky shit now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I’m gonna talk about some freaky shit now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
It was all fading into a terrible insanity which shattered his mind and distorted reality before his eyes. Why did they like him when he felt nothing? And why couldn't they feel when he did? Was he the one who was wrong?
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
He would never find it, never be whole again. He would never have peace again for he only caused pain to those he wished to help. And it all got better when he went away. His coming was a curse and his departure a blessing. But how was this when he tried so hard to be only of help?
So, what’s up, I wonder why
Do you listen to me
I’m gonna make you do some freaky shit now
Insane, you’re gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
What’s up, I wonder why
Do you listen to me
I’m gonna make you do some freaky shit now
Insane, you’re gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
So once again he was set to wandering, but dimmer the light in his eyes was with each passing day. For with each day his burden on others grew, and his ability to help was lost.
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
Each day passed in more of a haze, turning into a monotonous journey of sanity masking truth. He wasn't really stable and never would be. He was more unhinged than the worst serial killer, but he only sought to help.
So, can’t you imagine how good going through this will make you feel
I promise, no one will ever know
There will be no chance of you getting caught
They never loved you anyway
So come on, be a man
And do what you are compelled to do
Save me god
Nothing left of anything of worth, he had to find a new foothold in life, cast off the self that was not true, or perhaps create a new truth. It was all going to change, everything. No longer just a fool, but an acting fool he was now.
I can hear the voice
But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me
I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
He would journey on until he was no more, lost to the eternal mists like all the others in life's path. He wished they wouldn't care because it hurt so much, to know he always failed, always injured. He didn't even have to know them, it didn't matter anymore.
I can hear the voice
But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me
I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
He just wandered on, some force inside him unwilling to quit. Burnt out and decayed, he still tried to be the one to ease the fears, even though he knew they would hate him if they really knew him. They always did.
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
Eternally following the dark beacon of his unfettered half, he just let the despair consume him even as he smiled for the world and made it his. He would never be whole and never be happy. It would all end in time.
So, are you breathing
So, do you grieve
No, no
So, are you breathing
So, do you grieve
No
Copyright Shattered Silver 2005
All Lyrics copyright their respective companies and holders.
So, are you breathing
No, no
Are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No
Everything was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Things weren't supposed to fall apart like this. There wasn't supposed to be all this pain, all this anger. People weren't supposed to care what he did.
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I’m gonna talk about some freaky shit now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I’m gonna talk about some freaky shit now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
It was all fading into a terrible insanity which shattered his mind and distorted reality before his eyes. Why did they like him when he felt nothing? And why couldn't they feel when he did? Was he the one who was wrong?
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
He would never find it, never be whole again. He would never have peace again for he only caused pain to those he wished to help. And it all got better when he went away. His coming was a curse and his departure a blessing. But how was this when he tried so hard to be only of help?
So, what’s up, I wonder why
Do you listen to me
I’m gonna make you do some freaky shit now
Insane, you’re gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
What’s up, I wonder why
Do you listen to me
I’m gonna make you do some freaky shit now
Insane, you’re gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)
So once again he was set to wandering, but dimmer the light in his eyes was with each passing day. For with each day his burden on others grew, and his ability to help was lost.
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
Each day passed in more of a haze, turning into a monotonous journey of sanity masking truth. He wasn't really stable and never would be. He was more unhinged than the worst serial killer, but he only sought to help.
So, can’t you imagine how good going through this will make you feel
I promise, no one will ever know
There will be no chance of you getting caught
They never loved you anyway
So come on, be a man
And do what you are compelled to do
Save me god
Nothing left of anything of worth, he had to find a new foothold in life, cast off the self that was not true, or perhaps create a new truth. It was all going to change, everything. No longer just a fool, but an acting fool he was now.
I can hear the voice
But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me
I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
He would journey on until he was no more, lost to the eternal mists like all the others in life's path. He wished they wouldn't care because it hurt so much, to know he always failed, always injured. He didn't even have to know them, it didn't matter anymore.
I can hear the voice
But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me
I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need
To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
He just wandered on, some force inside him unwilling to quit. Burnt out and decayed, he still tried to be the one to ease the fears, even though he knew they would hate him if they really knew him. They always did.
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving
You’re making me numb
Are you breathing? no.
Do the wicked see you
You’re still grieving...
Eternally following the dark beacon of his unfettered half, he just let the despair consume him even as he smiled for the world and made it his. He would never be whole and never be happy. It would all end in time.
So, are you breathing
So, do you grieve
No, no
So, are you breathing
So, do you grieve
No
Copyright Shattered Silver 2005
All Lyrics copyright their respective companies and holders.