CORINTHIAN2ENERGY

I reminisce too much

I've got to the point in life where I think too much

No bottle or drug, nothing's enough

I try to dumb my thoughts but they won't sink, my lungs

Are filled with remedies and blood, I-

...I'm choking...

Reach out in the open with dirtied and bloodied hands

But I'm stranded with chains and ropes, and

Looking out into the stretch of land that's taken many-a-better man

Wondering about my life and how I can get it back, but here's for hoping...

...I'm hopeless...

I hope, just... I know that...

I guess I'm just making excuses for reasons that I'm broken

But all of these useless excuses are leaving me battered and bruised, it's

Leaving me open

It's like I'm devoted to excusing the truth that I've chosen

Just bury me alive, I'm already dead inside

Every choice I make is just treading a thinner line

It's like I'm trapped between a machete and a nine

Chop my head or let the lead just spread my mind

When it hits me, the bullet splits three

Ways before it really gets deep

My nerves freeze, I get dreams, flashbacks then the next thing

I'm dead, spread about the bed, coloured like a painting

Colour me red:

Red for death, red for rage

Better yet, colour me red

Red for flesh, red for hate

Spread about the place like letters on a page

Painting or a poem, whatever fits the grave

All of my life, I could never get away

And now throughout my death I'll never get to take

Another wound to my mind, so it was for the better so they say

So as I lay down, face up with this blood on my tastebuds

Swallowing whatever blood I throw up, back down as it fills up

I'm drifting away, gotta get away and damn does it feel good...