X-Acto Real

X-Acto Real

Lay down as I bleed myself
Into your open arms
Watch me as I cut myself
See which of us it harms

Burning matches, open hatches
Just to let in the rain
As I'm choking I am hoping
That you're feeling my pain

You don't need me, just delete me
Throw me out into the night
Straight from the jacket
Never really alright

Into the unknown world
Face the demon sky
A goodbye, a so-long
A final goodnight

Therapy Bill

Therapy Bill

I know it's wrong to love you
This damned much for all these years
He takes you for granted because
You've always given him your love
I'm afraid to tell you while
You're running my thoughts down
You'll send me off to someone else
I know I can never have you but
You've had my heart all this time

Nice Guy

Nice Guy

I let it happen again, I swore I wouldn't
Are we on or are we not
I put up with your shit, I listen all the time
So tired of being the nice guy
Pull me out a few days a month
When everyone else is fed up with you
I don't want to be just your sometimes friend
I don't want to be your emotional tampon

Silence

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Silence

I did it again, I'm such a mistake
No longer tracking the promises I break
I told you, my friend, my secret from hell
I trusted my passion you would never tell

Secret betrayed, now everyone sees
I can't hide the scars, the wounds, my disease
I love you, I hate you, forgive what we're sharing
My family, my friends, I hate you for caring

Misunderstood, confused, alone
There is nothing wrong with it, no need to atone
But sometimes I dream of cutting until death
Slicing windpipe to ribbons, deny me of breath

Why couldn't someone else have been me
Someone who would love the things that I see
Appreciates the love and beauty that surrounds
A stranger in my own skin, violently silent

Dark Night Of My Soul

Dark Night Of My Soul

Painful questions we ask
Was it all just a lie
Worship of a false hero
Dark night of my soul

The world in gray glasses viewed
Beats the blue back but
Always lurking on the edge of reason
Dark night of my soul

Heart slowed to the beat
Pounding out this feeling of empty
Turning pity into an art
Dark night of my soul

Melancholic love child
Dies a little as he tries
Want to pour until I'm empty
Dark night of my soul

Hey jealousy, I would have died for you
No time left to right my wrongs
Regain my lost wings, too much fear
The sun burned out in our souls

Chute de la Grace

Chute de la Grace

I slam my bloody wrists against
The lining of your soul
We laugh for a while until death steals my smile
A hyper conceptual suicide

Formality, formality, destruction of the modern man
Dissection of an artist
Too many misplaced ideologies, no enough symbolicy
Pain ported imperfect

Fingertips drip with chains of insanity
Rolling down the drain
Pink sorrow weeps, tombe en masse
Chute de la grace eternelle

Sliced wrists in a phone booth fall against
The lining of your soul
I laugh for a while, Death waits for my smile
And I'm finally going home

Edge of Winter

Edge of Winter

I remember the smell
Of your hospital room
As we lay arm in arm
Drifting past the edge of winter

I remember the sound
The drip and buzz
The sigh in your voice
Driting past the edge of winter

I remember the fade
The light in your eyes
Knowing you'd never survive
Past the edge of winter

Click

Click

Click, click, it starts up again
A pulse, a needle, an impending sense of dread
Tick, tick, a nervous little twitch
Finger on the trigger, and I'm feeling pretty sick
I feel sick

Yeah, I've got the sickness
Deep within my soul
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
I swear to you
It's out of control

Bullet in the chamber, muzzle to the brain
Finger on the plunger, needle in the vein
Emptyness and loneliness, the only fate for man
Salvation in destruction, that is the master plan
I feel sick

Yeah, I've got the sickness
Deep within my soul
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
I swear to you
It's out of control

Life is a lie
Wake up before you die
Click
Click
Sick
Die

Claustrostrophic

Claustrostrophic

My heart pounds out a funeral march
Wound up like a twenty year itch
Hear the bells peal my final days
Lock me tight
Stay the night
The ephemeral fear flows out my heart

Fallen into the cold rock bottom
Face first into the light at tunnel's end
Now I know that the hero really is dead
Pased away so long ago
Living on without a soul
The world has been turned on its side

Thoughts go jumbled in a mesh
Chest exploding from abstract terror
Crippled into this chair of fear and hate
I can't stand the sun
The big yellow bus
Hide away in the dark of the moon