Universe, hear me out before I lose my sanity
Reconciling with ghosts is a trick of the trade I can't believe
It leads me quite indefinitely to a strange reality
That ties my bonds yet splits my seams in the fabric of my humanity
Why can't I reach out and grab the highest peak of light
Before my songs ends with a force so violent that it could make me die
Of a loaded emotion in a focused potion that sets me in motion
To the darkest spot of the sun which I had tainted without a notion
Lest the days pray that I lay and stay up wide awake
Until daybreak relays its message for me to reciprocate
And if dawn comes and hits me in the face with my morality
I'd see hope fall short and fall to the hands of my mortality
My point is that I want to believe that I am the best of me
But you see, I can't ever see what I would like to be
Because it leads me wheezing, grasping for breath with a lack of ease
And the stars mock me like I'm a nightmare that's yet not frightening
Question the dark but you'll never see it coming
Because it's coming fast like the wind started running
And I can think, I can will
I can hike up steeper hills
But the darkness will stay, fading away
What is left of me since yesterday
I don't remember the feeling of a life so appealing
That the cheers of a distant crowd in my head left my ears bleeding
Face the facts; reality is a constant obstacle willing to shoot you down
'Till I meet the ground; fall, I, I, fall (So what now?)
What now is the future, with the past swept away
Recalling stories of trivial epiphanies make me seem insane
I never asked to play life's and nature's twisted games
But the voices in the dark remark that I don't get a say
Monsters look like insects in their own corrupted ways
And it feels like days pass by faster than light rays
"Come out, come out; come on, come on and play"
Says your deteriorating mask, yet until another day
Angels falls to the hands of oppression and death as far as I can see
The rain reigns down on my last surviving sense of hope and destiny
How to proceed is a question unsolvable by even my own philosophy
So I tear apart my facade to leave a lonely spark in the dark; me.
Question the dark but you'll never see it coming
Lightning fast, my thoughts will keep on running
And I can think, I can will
But I can't clean up all this nil
And the darkness will stay, eating away
At what is left of me since yesterday
Run through the rain to avoid the tainting
it cracked open the seams of the desaturated painting
I can breathe, I can feel
But I can't see this dream unreal
The darkness will stay, rotting away
What is left of me since yesterday
Night light says I might fight
The darkness reveals a horrid cry
I can almost touch the sky
Almost, though, because I can't fly
And later comes my platter
Soaked in memories and dark matter
And it overwhelms me like it hovers over
The very being I am like a condescending tower
And still my darkest hour are unmatched because it's impossible with no strings attached
To empty my vacant soul of the thoughts that haunt me when it shivers just so violently
And ghosts mock me with their deathly songs that remind me of any and all of my wrongs
Everything I stand for will still decay inside; hope and love die, bitterness taking the high
If I can't care then the world loses one reason to keep me alive, giving me nowhere to run
But the fact is, I'm addicted to moaning when nobody's there give me a notion
Of why I fail to come to and realize the world looks at me with open eyes
I just do what I do even if I never pull through, hoping you just might understand me too
Question the dark but you'll never see it coming
Like a match in the dark, there's only one light still burning
And I can think, I can will
But I can't positively feel
And the darkness will stay, decaying away
What is left of me since yesterday
And what I had since yesterday
Has long since faded away
And never can I perceive
What it is that should be me...
