Broken cadence lost in silence
Soaked-en radiance a bit intense
And for all intents ride the fence
Things don't make sense,
They don't make sense

He was glowing in my eyes
A blazing star that could never die
So bright that he made me cry

This highs gonna crash eventually
I soar higher in the levity
The last dredges of feeling
burning
and ends travel from me so quickly
but the colors are so entertaining
pretty colors and unheard voices
Mutter mutter “go away”
“just take a quick climb and fly”
“they all hate you anyway”
another hit, another ****, pop a little dope
back in the sky, medicating till i can cope
voices receding, mind is deleting
cannot keep this up, next time i crash could be the last
here come the voices again louder, killing me with my past

It began on a Despairing Night:
I was the most Depressed Laborer around,
He was the most Fake Delusion.

He was my Friend,
My Fake Friend,
My Delusion.

We used to Sleep so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to Die together,
We wanted it all to end.

But one Night, one Despairing Night,
We decided to Lie too much.
Together we Chased Death.
It was Pathetic, so Pathetic.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so Lonely.

And then it happened:

He Lived Life.
My Friend Lived Life.

The next day I thought my mind had broken,
I thought my Life had burst into flames,

But still, He is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that Night,
That Despairing  Night.

When I think of that Fake Delusion,
That Fake Delusion and me.

Your pain, my pain
All the same
Here's rain, here’s Jane
An open flame

Calm the counterpart
Warm my broken heart
A lot on the flat mind
A lot like a flat line

I help you, to help me
Deja Vu, Deja Vu
I hurt you, it hurt me
I used to, follow through

Space without a sun
Race that cant be won
Room without a friend
Event none will attend

I want to help
I care about you
Don’t want to help
Don’t care about me

Absurdity is not real
everything means nothing
and nothing means nothing
nothing nothing nothing
…… hah it aint no thing

Guilty of survival
on the bullet's arrival

Man shut the **** up with that bible

Nothing holy found in a meaningless death
Nothing gained nothing lost just lost his breath

Nobody ever cherished he,
meant nothing to me

Never meant anything to the family

They say the whole world can be seen in a grain of sand
Well the whole world can be lost for the gram and a band

**** got me lyin
in my own brain

Thoughts of shame and ****** pain

Watch the time flow through my scarred hands
The clock tickin life lost in front of claspin hands

Pray away the pain
leave the needy in the rain

Pray rather than give a *******

**** empty words in the pulpit
Preachers speakin to the rats

Skittering scared masses
gather en mass

For their weekly holy masse

To hide from the sights in the front
The cyanide in a cup from tainted font

Self idealisation  
adulation congratulation

Nothing real no action no salvation

Burnin the minorities on crosses
Holy ethnic cleansing in the mosques

Killers deserve forgiveness
****** deserve forgiveness

But man takes **** and deserves pain relentless

Its a facade a coping mechanism
Lies to fade away the pain in realism

Fundies is colloquial
a term for the mentally ill

Sundays the ***** hit a sleeping pill

Manson family with some Boko Haram just contemporaries
Hands-on oppression and manipulation it barely varies

Historic faults ignored
easily overlooked

None holier than thou got addicts hooked

Hide actions with words and rhetoric
Form factions and division so reverent

Be just and holy
treat others kindly

Do what we say in the majority, **** the minority