I lay on the ground inside my room, under my bed
And the radio is singing nothing; I can’t remember what it bled.
I’m drifting in a haze that speaks to my coldness; with that said
I’m excited about this dark waking I’m enchanted with its send.
I feel my mental spaces banding together as if they have pistols to their head.
The skyline in the dark is glowing it gives way for evil to make their bed.
I can’t believe my spirits roam, begging for an ending full of lead.
And it’s paining me to realize, I fully relish in this dread.
It’s my time to shine
In darkness or light
The mind games I’m playing is on red
The shaking and reeling
Gives me a new feeling
I can’t escape the madness, so I stay and tread.
I won’t run and cover
My intentions to smoother,
The running suppressive thoughts of change.
Who is it for? Who knows.
I’m robotic in my self
I hide what I care about, I think it helps
An unstable sense of self-ends up on display
My thoughts try to subside
In glorified lies
Of sense and faith in a case of rage each day.
Looking for reason
To change for the season
And two days on the floor gives way.
I leave by hand on the way to surrender in case the thoughts give me away.
And I’m looking at myself through eyes that are mine, but I can’t relate.
All the evil is floating I don’t believe gravity made this an art stay
I feel the sun come up the mood down on the luck.
Time isn’t fear, but it stays.