Spill MeYou can not see, how easy it is for meTo act as if I am at ease, when dieing inside of the precious diseasedI pleased my fear to no end stillI am gripped with a substantial heat, I decline yet deal with; steal itBound and frozen, stuck in placeTrapped within the scars, I keep off my faceTiny and scaredAll I have fearedRemains dependentOn thoughts I have shearedIt is a travesty to keep this insideSo if you could cut me open, and find out I liedThen I can openly claim this pain a lieSpill meLay it out across this roomThrilled, so trueIt's you, I hand the scalpel tooSo spill me
Nothing MuchNo excuses, just profusely, enveloping myselfIn my ability to sustain, absence obtainedThrough procrastinationFocused binge, regarding sin, and worshiping ChristMy savior of sin, Mr. Messiah oh televisionTake my intellect, awayWhy dream? They have someone to do that for you.Why play? With so much nothing to do.Why try, when you can just lay down your effort and die, away.Why live at all.
irkLived, survived alive(Harder then it sounds)Beneath a bed made of fibrous grotesquenessThe lies came out, like dustThe spill washed out, as if justifiedThe comfort, began, to rustWhile still choke, choking on the liesWhile still choking on all the liesSo what's it meanWhats it coming tooI've never surmised, never twice, anywayOr sufficedOver and over and over againWhat's it like?Striving to be, some serene figurative super pathUnseen yet believed?How can you be obscene,Unseen?
Open up, over and outNever feels rightNever inside, do I striveAs much as my body moves across toIntroduce attractionI know no satisfactionCan come of it, I still feel as ifNothing is realA facade, I placeI retrace the steps, a young male shouldI would careBut something is still thereTelling me to calm down, ignore, floor adorationBe bored, you've more in store.But it's not true, much like you tooChose to beThere's something I should be holding out forFor, someone I, adore more, then anything elseNothing remains, so why do I feel it's wrong toEase there pains, these restraints; loyalty remains even,After you're gone.Nothing stirsInside like, it did beforeNo desire to hold onto anyone I could forWhat has or has not been tornI still hold trueEven without any desire for youEven without any desire for you