Mostly Gone/Argh!

The shakiness of my mind turns over like a cataclysm
Scaling to the membrane surpassing every exorcism
Was it real? Was it ever a real part of me?
If I thought then I am it, it replaces all the heart in me

Jump through hoops in circus, like my lovers saw through holes in me
Never ever stopping just performing acts gracefully
Articulate tastefully, use my time wastefully
Wondering aimlessly while the smoke holds to my agency

Looking through the mirror like I'm staring at antiquities
Remnants of a past-life decaying through my empathy
I try to understand but get caught in soliloquies
Nothing round me matters; I'm in self-indulgent ecstasy

Like fun comes from the end of a gun
Then suddenly blocks out all the rays of the sun
I try to tend to my mental, thoughts try to stay gentle
It's all instrumental to when done is done

Heating over melting point, I'm pouring out of my head
While this mixture of scorn & anguish flows and soaks through my bed
Flooding my room 'til it's all I can see
A cold sunken vessel is all I can be

Mostly gone, and it's all I can be
I'm mostly gone
Mostly gone, and it's all I can be

The shakiness of my mind is fading into ecstasy
I'm breaking into highlights to linger past the death of me
Remember me before I don't remember myself
I'm the culmination of the shit that's wrecking my health

I spend all my nights stressed making multiplicities
I try to commit while feeling flakey like a Christmas tree
Feeling like I'm letting down Tom, Billy and Timothy
Blacking out so waking moments gratify me instantly
Never seeing the big picture I'm in a fixture cinnamon
To calm the inner sinner my liver's thinner
My lungs are weaker than they used to be in my prime
Traversing worries telling friends I'm feeling all right

Holding on until it's gone
But one day I'll be gone
Never to be seen in the light
Never to be seen in the light
But still saying that I'm feeling alright

Many sunken souls already see me as obscene
Petty pretension is just pretending it's serene
Sedative to sleep off your negative fuckin weak sauce
Keep off, set in my element and I feel raw
I feel sore, weaker than delusions that I sleep more
What the fuck you speak for? What you take a seat for?
But I still soar higher than all the comments you will bore
Talk a lot of shit so don't what you feeling chill for

Never to be seen
To be found
To be dug
Out the ground
Fuck around
And we'll be taking you down
Great expectations of standing ovations from breakthrough creations I made for sake of it
OK OK here comes my medal - blacker the kettle but never feeling settled
Taking applause is making me numb, feeling lightheaded and dimming the sun

Falling seamless, one with my weakness



Credits
Writer(s): Ross Hurley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link