Narcosis
Submit to the numbness of narcotic sleep
It dulls my eyes and dilates under the expanse of gray skies
The dark comes to surface, in my dreams the world burns
Falling like prisms, turned numb to the pain
Like my father spit on me, tell me how worthless I am
As daylight filters leaves, she wept so many tears for me of desperation
Forgive me father, forsaken, have been left to die
The walking dead surround me, the hubris of our shame
Sleepwalkers and the lemmings of modern day
And I'm sorry I always pushed you away
Please let me go
Cradled in its grip with a gun up to my head
Stomach aches, skin is white
I'm always back for more
You wanted to live
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (couldn't breathe)
Inspiration has died (you cannot open my eyes)
(Inspiration has died) and nothing makes me feel alive (alive)
Time (for years of the torment left covered in shame)
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (cut from your pride, born from your pain)
As we slowly fade away
In the end you're all buried to me
If callous hearts collide, could I reopen the wounds left scarred?
To let those emotions bleed of the ghost that's left of me
Cradled in its grip with a gun up to my head
Stomach aches, skin is white
I'm always back for more
You wanted to live
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (couldn't breathe)
Inspiration has died (has died)
And nothing makes me feel alive (alive)
Time
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe
(For the years of the torment left covered in shame)
As you're all buried to me
It dulls my eyes and dilates under the expanse of gray skies
The dark comes to surface, in my dreams the world burns
Falling like prisms, turned numb to the pain
Like my father spit on me, tell me how worthless I am
As daylight filters leaves, she wept so many tears for me of desperation
Forgive me father, forsaken, have been left to die
The walking dead surround me, the hubris of our shame
Sleepwalkers and the lemmings of modern day
And I'm sorry I always pushed you away
Please let me go
Cradled in its grip with a gun up to my head
Stomach aches, skin is white
I'm always back for more
You wanted to live
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (couldn't breathe)
Inspiration has died (you cannot open my eyes)
(Inspiration has died) and nothing makes me feel alive (alive)
Time (for years of the torment left covered in shame)
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (cut from your pride, born from your pain)
As we slowly fade away
In the end you're all buried to me
If callous hearts collide, could I reopen the wounds left scarred?
To let those emotions bleed of the ghost that's left of me
Cradled in its grip with a gun up to my head
Stomach aches, skin is white
I'm always back for more
You wanted to live
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe (couldn't breathe)
Inspiration has died (has died)
And nothing makes me feel alive (alive)
Time
Time lapsed while I couldn't breathe
(For the years of the torment left covered in shame)
As you're all buried to me
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Alan Johnson, Matthew Charles Mcchesney, Tomas Eughene Church
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