Month: September 2017

Falling Away from Me

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Hey, I’m feeling tired
My time, is gone today
You flirt with suicide
Sometimes, that’s OK
Hear what others say
I’m here, standing hollow
Falling away from me
Falling away from me

Day, is here fading
That’s when, I would say
I flirt with suicide
Sometimes kill the pain
I can always say
“It’s gonna be better tomorrow”
Falling away from me
Falling away from me

Beating me down
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground
Screaming some sound
Beating me, beating me
Down, down
Into the ground

Freak on a Leash

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Something takes a part of me
Something lost and never seen
Everytime I start to believe
Something’s raped and taken from me… from me
Life’s got to always be messing with me
Can’t they chill and let me be free?
Can’t I take away all this pain
I try to every night, all in vain… in vainSometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it’s my life I can’t taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You’ll never see me fall from grace

Feeling like a freak on a leash
Feeling like I have no release
How many times have I felt diseased?
Nothing in my life is free… is free

Sometimes I cannot take this place
Sometimes it’s my life I can’t taste
Sometimes I cannot feel my face
You’ll never see me fall from grace

Hitchin’ a Ride

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Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
One, two
One, two, three, four

Cold turkey’s getting stale
Tonight I’m eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There’s a drought at the fountain of youth
And I’m dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say one, two
One, two, three, four

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride

Note: Quit playing all my MMO games two days ago and now it feels pretty much the same. Getting too old and fucked for that shit, yet I miss it every now and then. To make things worse, I got a research proposal and a fuckin’ thesis to work on and I have no fuckin’ clue what to do.

Heavy

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I don’t like my mind right now
Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary
Wish that I could slow things down
I wanna let go but there’s comfort in the panic
And I drive myself crazy
Thinking everything’s about me
Yeah I drive myself crazy
‘Cause I can’t escape the gravity…

I’m holding on. Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on to much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down
If I just let go, I’d be set free
Holding on. Why is everything so heavy?