your halo slippin' down
So glad to see you well
Overcome and completely silent now
Without himself
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead
Recall the deeds as if
They're all someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well
I find that i'm aching for pain. for joy... for tears and blood and for life. I suppose melodrama must be in the air. But i ache to be alive. its as if i's constantly rising from a slow lifting sleep. I suppose that it hasn't gonne on long enough for me to be worried.... but ive started needing to cry for no reason again. but i'm also well aware of my happiness.... i only have to think of it. Its strange... having to remember to think that i'm happy. its not the apathy. the void... its just this lathargy. maybe i'm malnourished. perhaps i am really asleep. this is just another of my twisted dreams. problem with that scenario is that this reality i'm in is entirely too average. too sane to be one of dreams.
i want to scream. i try sometimes, wen i'm alone... but im too afraid to really scream. it only comes out as frustrated snarls. almost the sound one makes when lifting a heavy object. that tight, loud exhelation. i grow tired with things i usually love escaping into. fanfiction for example... not quite tired of it - no hell hasn't frozen over... i just... would rather do something else.... i just wish i knew what.
It feels like i'm waiting for my turn.
i only wish i knew what was at the end of the line.
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead
With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down [repeated]
Your halo slipping down to choke you now
Overcome and completely silent now
Without himself
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead
Recall the deeds as if
They're all someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well
I find that i'm aching for pain. for joy... for tears and blood and for life. I suppose melodrama must be in the air. But i ache to be alive. its as if i's constantly rising from a slow lifting sleep. I suppose that it hasn't gonne on long enough for me to be worried.... but ive started needing to cry for no reason again. but i'm also well aware of my happiness.... i only have to think of it. Its strange... having to remember to think that i'm happy. its not the apathy. the void... its just this lathargy. maybe i'm malnourished. perhaps i am really asleep. this is just another of my twisted dreams. problem with that scenario is that this reality i'm in is entirely too average. too sane to be one of dreams.
i want to scream. i try sometimes, wen i'm alone... but im too afraid to really scream. it only comes out as frustrated snarls. almost the sound one makes when lifting a heavy object. that tight, loud exhelation. i grow tired with things i usually love escaping into. fanfiction for example... not quite tired of it - no hell hasn't frozen over... i just... would rather do something else.... i just wish i knew what.
It feels like i'm waiting for my turn.
i only wish i knew what was at the end of the line.
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead
With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down [repeated]
Your halo slipping down to choke you now