You all left me,
In confusing silence,
Looked bored of it, feigning interests

Right or wrong,
Don’t make a difference,
I don’t understand it, and nothing makes sense,
I’m done

Now little brother,
Is falling again,
Didn’t teach him how to walk,
And now I’m running,
In the opposite direction, that you wanted

Years too late,
And advice that’s wasted,
I don’t need it now, I refuse to face it

Had your time,
And you just might’ve blown it,
I’m running for the end, if it’s a race,
I’ve already won

Now little brother,
Is falling again,
Didn’t teach him how to walk,
And now I’m running,
In the opposite direction, that you wanted
I’m always running
Always running

Mrs Lies is the best,
That lie just keeps getting better,
She only wants to make a mess,
She’ll never leave if you don’t let her,
It’s just easy to say yes,
Drink that whiskey to stay sober,
Takes her problems off her chest,
And rests them down upon your shoulders

You think you finally reached the end,
My finger’s just touched the trigger,
Making your problems fake pretend,
Just makes them so much bigger,
Just give it time to mend,
Sell what’s left to the highest bidder,
Say you’ll always be her friend,
Even though you've never really met her

How’d I rip apart your precious heart?
When you never had one at the start

I say I’ll see you later on,
But I’ve never really ever seen you,
Don’t care if something’s wrong,
There’s nothing I can do,
A lifetime feels too long,
I don’t think I’ll make it through,
I’ll sing you that old song,
Repeating that lie doesn't make it any less true

I’m not going to lie,
I don’t want to try,
I don’t need to say why,
This is my first and my last goodbye

Our minds are rotten,
Our kind’s forgotten,
By the thought that came before,
Now they think us wild,
Mishaps to be reviled,
Perhaps a lost child,
Can finally find what we’ve all been looking for?

Misworded directions,
Disturbing reflections,
That came to show so much more,
Mirror our woes and our fears,
Into which we've poured and peered,
At every flaw and every tear,
Purging rejection,
Herding selection
Emerge perfection,
Have we finally found what we’ve all been looking for?

Becoming machines,
Live numb in our dreams,
Die in the depths at the shore,
Who I am inside,
Ignorance that tried,
Arrogance denied,
Us everything that we’ve all been looking for

Now no going back,
More and yet we lack,
This internal civil war,
Battles in our head,
Our bodies have fled,
Am I mad or dead?
And I finally found what we’ve all been looking for

False starts and missing parts,
Sunny skies only burn my eyes

I’m soaking and I’m breaking up,
You’ve woken something that just won’t give in,
So broken and I’ve had enough,
Words I’ve spoken that I just don’t believe in anymore,
Wish I hadn’t given all that I have left,
Wish I could stop this desperate beating in my chest,
Because it beats for you

False starts and missing parts,
Sunny skies only burn my eyes

I’m soaking and I’m breaking up,
Too open I can’t close the gates that should’ve stayed shut,
Just hoping I didn’t give too much,
Pointless tokens that I cling onto for some meaning,
Wish I didn’t make life so tough,
Wish I didn’t think about all the useless stuff,
But my heart still beats for you

False starts and missing parts,
Sunny skies only burn my eyes

I’m soaking and I’m breaking up,
Sinking deeper and feeling lost and that’s ok,
Falling deeper into that endless cup,
Thinking darker and seeing ghosts every day,
Wish I hadn’t given all that I have left,
Wish I could stop this desperate beating in my chest,
Wish I’d never fall in love,
Wish I didn’t make life so tough,
Wish I didn’t think about all the useless stuff,
You don’t love me and I’m not enough,
My head kills my heart for you

False starts and missing parts,
Sunny skies only burn my eyes

Drastic self-defence,
Drastic in my linguistic augments,
The evidence of my attempts at trying,
To see any future where I’m not dying,
And it makes no sense

Tactic for offense,
Offensive in sarcastic defiance,
Ambivalence on a course for further premonitions,
Static fragments of my continual refusal of any medicinal diminution,
Please help me make some sense

Psychopathic friends,
Systematic traffic hence,
Pensive head and that will drive you,
Insane and round the bend if only they all knew,
I can’t see any sense

Automatic ends,
Ammunition diplomatic,
Suspense in its unanimously tragic situation,
Fate’s unenthusiastic in its conflict upon two cognitive nations,
That makes no sense

Anatomically attic fenced,
Just a poetic way to represent,
One’s combative mental condition,
An addict and the opposite always on the right and the left warring in attrition,
If that makes any sense

Plastic ornaments,
Plastic bottles left to lament,
As the alcoholic labyrinth in my life that cannot be broken,
To help wash down writhing thoughts forced to remain unspoken,
And an I that makes no sense

Fix it no expense,
Fixed monthly recompense now,
I am a myth of someone, whom I do not know,
Sickly pretence took me down a road that I never wanted to go,
And now you say I’m finally making sense

Panic is absent,
Absent the magic,
In the pills that in basic blindness I routinely swallow,
Dynamic in the worn out tools that continue to carve once whole now hollow,
Does that make any sense?
Now I’m really not making sense, by finally making sense

I’m feeling right as rain on a window pane in a war of attrition,
And I love how the rain beats me into submission,
And I hate how I’m always in need of some reason for a division,
That riddle of forever being cut down and somehow risen up in the middle

Circumnavigate the delusional oceans of my mind,
And I love that place between being dead and alive,
And I hate how I’m there and yet still to arrive,
That riddle of being lost and found by being stuck in the middle

To be a fly on that flower on the wall,
And I love to see how it feels to be left out of it all,
And I hate to be unable to fall,
That riddle of asking “How?” and not “Why?” that comes with being trapped in the middle

I’ve written this part,
For what feels the millionth time,
I can only resign.
The scars upon my hands,
Connecting teeth-marks
The guilt within my heart,
That’s where the sickness starts,
That riddle of being sick and yet unable to survive without lingering in the middle

To be a Superman is so **** superficial,
Superb superstition feels so insuperable,
Juxtaposition in a definition of terms makes the Super seem just simple and little,
That riddle of being everything and nothing that is superimposed in the void of the middle

And I love how I’m here all alone in the middle,
And I hate how I’m here all alone in the middle

He has the right to know,
But he can’t,
All these years don’t show,
The miscreant still deviant,
And I can’t let go

Though I don’t care at all,
But I should,
Draw a line with a broken ruler,
Only if I could,
But I want to fall

He has everything I need,
But he don’t,
Withered tree from mighty seed,
Warrant from the won’ts,
And I shall not be freed

It couldn't possibly be real,
But it is,
A wooden sword or one of steel,
A fist or a kiss,
I confuse how they feel

He just doesn't know the end or when,
But I lie,
He just doesn't know that it’s back again,
I try,
To become my King of Men

And I don’t feel sorry,
But I do,
His story forever a missed story,
To you,
But you don’t know his mystery

Now my tongue did what my hand could not,
Now my hand did what my head forgot,
Now my head sifts through the damp and rot,
Now I'm holding onto to something but I don’t know what