Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Surreality

SILENCE.

A world around me of bloodshed and tears
I want to be gone

I find myself wishing everyone were dead
I find myself wishing I could kill them
I find myself wishing people were gone
I find myself wishing I were gone

It’s all so surreal, a world inside my head
THIS IS A DREAM

A day is a year; a year is a day, a second is always a second

How can someone with so much be so alone?
How can someone with nothing be so happy?
When the world wants to end nobody hears.
Anything.

I’m on the way down a road never taken before
Never printed by a foot
The damage is done.
The damage is done.
The damage is done.
The damage is done.
The damage is done.

FREEDOM.
FREEDOM. FREEDOM.
FREEDOM. FREEDOM. FREEDOM.

With another life to live, change me.

The voices, the voices, the voices control me
I have no thoughts anymore
It’s surreal. It’s a dream.
It’s surreal. It’s a dream
It’s surreal. It’s a dream.
It’s surreal. It’s a dream.

Sustain me. Powers shoot through my fingertips.

I am in a cage
With no bars.
No bars.
No bars.
No bars.
No bars.






I’ll free me from myself.

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