this is now, we live
|
so cold, and lifeless
|
just sitting here
|
with my head between my legs
|
staring at the ground
|
twitching, convulsing
|
think about the past
|
where did it go?
|
where did it come from?
|
and why is this such a rhetorical question
|
to ask myself?
|
so why?
|
i must try to seek salvation
|
in a world that is so cold
|
cold, cold, cold
|
loud empty thud
|
against my head
|
as the pain rushes in
|
and loving it
|
is over here upon myself
|
listen to time, why? why? why?
|
try to understand
|
why do you understand
|
when no one else does?
|
no one else does
|
sick and killing time
|
killing me forever
|
forever dead
|
all in till the end
|
so this is worth living?
|
in nothing?
|
so something is all
|
it's all a game to debate
|
contemplate suicide
|
i don't patronize
|
i don't sympathize
|
for you or dissed burnt image
|
image on top of the forehead in the mirror
|
where we see no truth
|
forever lost, forever loveless
|
loveless forever, loveless forever
|
tired of living, soul taking
|
i feel it breaking my mind
|
so goodbye, so goodbye
|
|
-----------------
|
Intussusception
|
Velvet Acid Christ |