Give Me A Minute

Give me a minute

I think I've hit my limit

Limiting myself

Cause my state of mental health has got me losing my mental wealth

What I was isn't what I am now

Flowers in a grove

Flowers in a grave

To me it's all the same

I feel like a slave to my thoughts

The demons they're talking

Taught me a lot but I've fought them too long

Now they're with me in every song

Come on, Armstrong - you've got a lot to give

But so little to live for - life is so long

And you're tired in the now

So how in the hell do you repel us so well when we tell you we can take you out of your cell

So how in the hell do you repent your sins so well when we can tell you're not doing well

Do you know you're going to hell?

You're an angel that has fell

An angel falling still, so come sin with us

Insanity and lust

Tell us why it is different from the now

Please endow us with your thoughts

Until time drains you of the force of your source

No more metaphors

Just tells us once more

Why keep on living when you cry

Everyday you want to die

 

Everyday I want to die

That's why I try to end my life

That's the demons talking

A walking psychopath

Brain split in half

Like a schizo

Under hypnosis

Cut the connection

Give me a second to reboot before you shoot questions at me

See sadly this is what I have to live with

An expensive negative that eats away at my soul

Pretty soon they'll take control and I will be a husk - no longer whole

There's a hole in my heart

But I continue on to the next dawn

To see if life will change

See to live is to suffer

Yet instead I try to survive

To find meaning in the light

Trying to find my wings to fly up to it

But the abyss is so cold

And these demons have got a hold on my heart

Yeah, they're tearing me apart

But everyday I start my search again

So when I meet you again

I will be better or slumbering with the dead

So just give me minute

I think they're coming again... I'm going to rest my head...