Problematic
Problematic shit that happened
Refuse to let it
Go on again
This is the end
I draw a line in the sand
You started this
You contradict
Every sentence you spit
So toxic I might vomit
You took a part - convict
Scarred by all images
Intent not within interest
For the jury knew what we did
Fucking up so much
Better - Bitter
Biting on my tongue
Savor the flavor
All I taste is the blood
The pressures just all too much
I feel undone
What have I become
Never thought I'd the one
Mess I couldn't clean up
Non-synchronous
Images have slid off the grid
Insolence in innocence
Love for lust so frivolous
No significance
You're my addiction
A cigarette - toxin so carcinogenic
Still I breathe you in
Nauseated
I fucking hate this
Need to find my relief
Nothing can ease this feeling
Inside I've died
What's the sense in trying
There's no fucking way to make it out alive
Cannot describe
Just doesn't feel so right
Despite the smile in psychotic eyes
There's still spite that resides
Delirium - I'm lost in lies
In need of a serum - cure for my own blackened mind
Thoughts caught in a loop
A noose - thinking of suicide
Myopic opinion
Misanthropic condition
Which one is it?
Mind and heart
Gone missing
Still I know there's a pain in my head and chest
Dead just won't seem to rest
Refuse to let it
Go on again
This is the end
I draw a line in the sand
You started this
You contradict
Every sentence you spit
So toxic I might vomit
You took a part - convict
Scarred by all images
Intent not within interest
For the jury knew what we did
Fucking up so much
Better - Bitter
Biting on my tongue
Savor the flavor
All I taste is the blood
The pressures just all too much
I feel undone
What have I become
Never thought I'd the one
Mess I couldn't clean up
Non-synchronous
Images have slid off the grid
Insolence in innocence
Love for lust so frivolous
No significance
You're my addiction
A cigarette - toxin so carcinogenic
Still I breathe you in
Nauseated
I fucking hate this
Need to find my relief
Nothing can ease this feeling
Inside I've died
What's the sense in trying
There's no fucking way to make it out alive
Cannot describe
Just doesn't feel so right
Despite the smile in psychotic eyes
There's still spite that resides
Delirium - I'm lost in lies
In need of a serum - cure for my own blackened mind
Thoughts caught in a loop
A noose - thinking of suicide
Myopic opinion
Misanthropic condition
Which one is it?
Mind and heart
Gone missing
Still I know there's a pain in my head and chest
Dead just won't seem to rest
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Writer(s): Michael Palma
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