I don't feel pain. Pain is
Something in your head.
Please believe me. I know this.
It's something that I read...
In a textbook with pages so
Thin, I think I bled,
From the papercut I craved, but
I really meant to dread.

Yeah, I meant to dread it,
But I craved it and I yearned
For the quick sensation of the
Stinging and the burn.
And I was gonna say ouch, but
Didn't I just learn
That pain is an illusion?
So, I guess it didn't hurt.

But what if it did hurt
And I'm really just a sheep?
Scrutinizing all these books,
Always tryna sound deep.
And I wanna feel strong,
But I'm really quick to weep.
Always smiling in the day, but
Hope to die within my sleep.

But when I fall asleep,
I never get the chance to pass.
Man, a silent, painless death is
The only thing I asked.
And I never seem to get it.
And the pain seems to last.
And this shows I didn't learn
A single **** thing from class.

With frigid fevers felt in this
Frivolous fairy-tale,

One could only hope they're drowned in
Swamps or dragged to Hell.

Too many times, false prophets have
tried to trick me with their light.

And too many times, the serpent and
Its venom proved me right.

The poison runs freely, and coincides with
Your veins.

The good within your heart
Begs you keep the beast slain.

But what good could that do,
When all despair has breathed you life.

Heard angels won't agree nor
Put up with this strife.

With a long kiss goodnight,
Their complaints run dry.

Watch them slam the gates of Heaven,
Put a lock in the sky.

Try to banish all us fools,
Whom are forbidden by fate.

At this rate, the flames of Hell
Are slowly creeping towards the gate.

White-cloaked demons using
Purity to ****.

Manipulation of the mind
As a rememdy to heal.

Pastors and preachers.
Prejudice militants.

Good and bad seems to relate,
With such diligence.

Attractive ignorance. It's all
Corruption of the soul.

They market you the flames, and
Even deliver you the coal.

But at night when you weep and you
Sob out your sockets,

They rest with sweet dreams.
Your tears, feeding all their pockets.

They try to guide you towards a light
They say can save your spirit.

But like the dark, there's only impact
If you really seem to fear it.

So the fearless are ****** in the
Eyes of the holy.

But in the same breath, please
Notice they are lonely.

The fearless can't stand by the sides
Of the goods and the greats,

But the fearless don't wanna join
The side of the hate.

The hate and the evil nor the good,
So they're doomed.

And yet, it's the good and the evil
Who praise empty tombs.

Highs never take me
Gradually down.

I drastically drown.

Dramatically,
Falling to
The pit of the ground.

Falling upside
Down,

So this smile's a
Frown.

And vice versa.

Can't compete with
Inertia.
But somehow, getting high just
Throws me into a
Circle.

The cycle never ends,
It's never-ending.

I keep forgetting,
That this **** is
A curse and
Blessing.

Your tongue reminds me of the

Shores that I've never seen,

Pushing against mine like the tide

Up on the beach.

The wonders of your body, so vast

Like the seven seas.

Take my breath away and give it back.

You're an ocean breeze.

They're "special" to you, I've noticed.
In a way, just so familiar
I was special to you like that, once.
But now things are peculiar.

And if I remember correctly,
I was quite special to you, indeed.
Their "special" can't compare
Because my special just exceeds.

You're simple if you think on it.
Not much to really ponder.
Sweet-talk you just enough
And we become your godly wonder.

Yeah, I've seen this all before.
"Oh, I've found somebody special."
No darling, you love anyone who
Can cater to your mental.

But eventually, they'll grow tired
And leave your *** alone.
And as quick as special comes is
As quick as special goes.

My rhythm like the little drummer boy.
I got a beat when I'm running from the cops.
Catch me rushing from fence to
Fence.
I only halt for the pink flowers in the ***.

The summer lady went and cursed my name,
'Cause my presence was offensive.
I felt rejected by her
Glasses and the lenses.

The sound of the sirens always sort of
Felt hurtful.
They speed so fast, they blind my eyes with their purple.

Blue and red flashes.

You know, I give a show for the masses.

The sun always sets slower than molasses.

I found a rose in her garden.
The same color that the bullet's gonna give me.
And for an addict, you know they have no pity.

I just pray I trail blood through the city.

Hopelessly, I hope
The rivers flow in your
Direction.
Then maybe, one day the
Thought of me won't latch
To your attention.

It's funny, quite amusing how
These people claim to
Hate me,
When I still seem to linger
In their minds, never so faintly.

What treasure lies beneath the sea
For me,
When I can't even swim.
I wander 'round this town
So secretly,
Like an indecent sin.
Sins only accumulate
The nights that you forget to pray.
I swear that my forgetfulness
Is gonna have me rue the day.

Soothe the wounds of
Endless miles

With warming sights of
Fearless smiles.

I think then drink from
The cups of time

And only savor these
Thoughts of mine.

And those thoughts of yours
That I wish to hear.

Your smallest dreams and
Greatest fears.

I listen and drift in the
Lakes of distance.

They say a goddess won't
Love a misfit.

Yet, we sing and swim
In sheets of dreams.

Kiss and fight in
Smoke and steam.

Flames of zeal and
Oceans exquisite.

We walk and fly to
Go the distance.

Drowsy despair,
Not a care in my heart.

Affairs with my rest till my
Death does us part.

And that's the best part,
That I swear I can snooze

Anything away that I
Care not to lose.

I'm an opportunist,
So if I ever lose it,
I'll just grin in my sleep
And play it so elusive.
Ever count sheep?
They seem so abusive.
You never really rest, man.
Sleep's inconclusive.

Nine, one, one or--
One, one, nine.
I can never stay awake.
Don't you ask me the time.

Don't you ask me a thing.
I was never good with questions.
I'll repeat what you say, then
Dot--dot--dot the sentence...

I can't...

Form a sentence or,

Fathom lessons, I'm

Too **** tired to

Pay attention.

I would pay attention, but it
Interferes with sleep.

Codeine got me in my sheets
Buried so deep.

They hang us.

Aimlessly using bullets to
Tame us.

There's no reason to sit and
Wonder
Who is willing to
Save us.

Oh,
Cold
Sharp, yet
Inconspicuous
Movements of
Death or even
Life... I call it
Quits when It
Hurts too good
I call it quits
When it burns
Well. But if it's
Too **** cold
There is really no point and will
Absolutely never be a true point
In feeling the point of
This inconspicuous
Death. Blades of
Regret and that
Remorse and the
Lethal nostalgia.
When you feel it,
When you feel
This you'll know
There's no place
Like home.

Our fate will never be
Defined by hate.
The definition of our
Love
Is just too great.
Too great and too true to be
Shot down cold.
For all the evil in the world,
May God bless your
Soul.

With dreams like clouds,
Which often drift and
Float,
Everyone confuses my
Thoughts with lethal
Smoke.
Thinking fire and destruction
Is the cause of my
Smiles.
My clouds hover
Above the path of
Tears
For miles.