Waitin' Round for Death

Alone with my thoughts, but I wish that I could turn them off
So that I could at least fall asleep at night
Thoughts about existence and how my own is meaningless
Is the gift a thought a blessing or just a curse?

I wish I knew what it was like to be careless and free
Not a slave to my own misery

The cruelty of conciousness, desperately searching for the answers, waiting round for death
The cruelty of conciousness, I wish I was ignorant, I wish I could forget

Confusion clouds my mind, reality is so hard to find
In a world that has left us all out in the dark
If Heaven is real and God exists
Tell me why do we have to live like this
So many questions that we'll never answer



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Writer(s): Krayon Twitty
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