I'm on the brink of sanity...the truth sinks deep without reason...
and I think...what can it be...now I'm back where it all begun...
lost sence to care...even if he granted me a chance to be at peace...
i would be haunted still...enhance my visual's of being deceased...
amongst the dead but a living one...no matter how bad I wanted to,
fufill my dreams...I've come to realise, nothings what it seems...
and I keep giving but nothing in return...and I yearn for the unfortunate...
burn my soul...and I want it over before this get... to the point where,
I can't handle shit... keep'a candel lit, and let them chose whether or not it gets-
blown out...abuse'd consience, I tell myself life ain't bad...although in doubt...
and I think...what can it be...now I'm back where it all begun...
lost sence to care...even if he granted me a chance to be at peace...
i would be haunted still...enhance my visual's of being deceased...
amongst the dead but a living one...no matter how bad I wanted to,
fufill my dreams...I've come to realise, nothings what it seems...
and I keep giving but nothing in return...and I yearn for the unfortunate...
burn my soul...and I want it over before this get... to the point where,
I can't handle shit... keep'a candel lit, and let them chose whether or not it gets-
blown out...abuse'd consience, I tell myself life ain't bad...although in doubt...