Hairtrigger Detonates Headfuck...
In a state of vulnerability,
the solutions seem few and far between
the lack of courage to be decisive
and the strain to figure out what it means
should I take the time to enjoy the state
try in whatever way I can to appreciate?
how shall I dig myself out of this mess this time
and not become too involved to notice
I'm distracted, how did I get this way
it's the layers in which I pass between
it's hard to know when they're standing there
looking back on everything from that place
that place in time, that state of mind
I wish to grasp more of those days
to do it again, let none of it go to waste
cherish everything, but I cherished what I could
my time always runs out, and the chances are but one
any potential is questionable, what happened here?
what have I done? why is it so?
I can't imagine a reason, a greater good
I can't see the subliminal meaning anymore
though I once thought I could
someday maybe, far from now
but what shall come of then?
where will I be, how will I live?
where will I go from here, and where will it get me then?
will I still want...want at all?
do I even know anymore, everything else seems so foreign
There's no escape, I've come to accept
maybe a chance, but I'm not going to expect
any hope anytime soon, what's the point?
is this supposed to make me strong?
or is this to torture myself?
what do I do?
what the fuck do I do now?...
the solutions seem few and far between
the lack of courage to be decisive
and the strain to figure out what it means
should I take the time to enjoy the state
try in whatever way I can to appreciate?
how shall I dig myself out of this mess this time
and not become too involved to notice
I'm distracted, how did I get this way
it's the layers in which I pass between
it's hard to know when they're standing there
looking back on everything from that place
that place in time, that state of mind
I wish to grasp more of those days
to do it again, let none of it go to waste
cherish everything, but I cherished what I could
my time always runs out, and the chances are but one
any potential is questionable, what happened here?
what have I done? why is it so?
I can't imagine a reason, a greater good
I can't see the subliminal meaning anymore
though I once thought I could
someday maybe, far from now
but what shall come of then?
where will I be, how will I live?
where will I go from here, and where will it get me then?
will I still want...want at all?
do I even know anymore, everything else seems so foreign
There's no escape, I've come to accept
maybe a chance, but I'm not going to expect
any hope anytime soon, what's the point?
is this supposed to make me strong?
or is this to torture myself?
what do I do?
what the fuck do I do now?...