Going on my nighttime walk
I find a freshly squashed dead moth
It reminds me of my impending doom
Yet I continue my walk
And disregard the moth
And thus fall back into my cocoon

Maybe when I grow old
I’ll be scared and cold
But tonight I’m just a sickly snail
Right now I’m not old
And I’m warm not cold
I guess I’m just one big fail

Why must I hide the truth
And conform to you
I’m nothing but a grain of sand
Why can’t I ignore the truth?
And pretend that I’m of my youth
By now I’m just a sad old man

The painter paints from the heart
The painter bleeds out for his art
The painter knows it’s just the start
The painter’s ink has missed the mark

With scars upon his arm
The painter carries on

The painter believes that he’s got time
The painter bleeds another line
The painter breaths another sigh
The painter knows he wants to die

Yet with scars upon both arms
The painter carries on

The painter no longer feels pain
The painter’s just trying to stay sane
The painter draws deep within his veins
The painter paints in crimson waves

Now with scars upon all limbs
He begins realize his chance is slim

The painter ponders his last piece
The painter plasters paper sheets
The painter lays them on the streets
The painter waits for his last feast

The piece is done
No peace within
The car did come
And finished him

Everything I’ve ever done has led to this moment
This moment in time where I breakdown and cry
Nobody ever seems to care until it’s too late

Hopelessly sleeping and wasting away
Hopelessly dreaming of life not this way
Hopelessly feeding on nothing but pain
Hopelessly living with nothing to say

They mourn for the dead even though they can’t hear
Yet they laugh in the face of those that are here
As if resting in peace is living in hell

Hopelessly sleeping and wasting away
Hopelessly dreaming of life not this way
Hopelessly feeding on nothing but pain
Hopelessly living with nothing to say

Step one foot out the door and dart straight back in
The world is too ****** up to be living in
So I’ll stay in in my room, listing out sins

I do not wish to be forgiven
I do not want to be forgiven
I do not wish to be forgiven
I just want a life worth living

Say goodnight
To the moon and the stars
Say goodbye
To the pain and the scars

Do you want to be remembered
as a thief?
Would you hate to be forgotten
In your sleep?

You can cry all you need
‘Cause nothing’s guaranteed
You can die in your sleep
‘Cause life is but a dream

Why should I believe
Your ever lifeless plead
Why should I have grieved
You’re nothing more to me

I could be . . .
Bleeding out the pain
Trying to stay sane
No need for my remains
With a bullet in my brain

Euthanize me
Just wait and see
I can’t **** me
So do it please

It’s just not fair
To be stuck within
A concluding dream

We grow close
We grow old
I will crumble
Under shattered souls

Betrayal derailed whatever we had
I’m gone now, a blast from the past
You stab my back until I can’t get up
I’ll never be me again

Stained glass in new church windows
Grab a stone and break some widows
It’s never too late to stick the knife in
You’ll never be sane again

We disperse
We divide
I will fall
And you will rise

The days roll by
Yet they end in a sigh
Like salt from an hourglass
Upon the wounds of my time

For my heart is bleeding
For the death that’s proceeding
Yet after all of these years
I can’t change my ways

For as long as I’m breathing
My mind will be pleading
For an end to all days
And the passing away

When this day shall end
Another shall rise
So what’s left to do but to cry
‘Til the day that I die

Known for the bad
Fought for the good
Thrown in a jail
In all ways he could

Notorious for nothing
Nothing but his own
But when you look into his eyes
You stare into a stone

Remove the bad
Correct the youth
It’s not sad
It’s just the truth

No reflection
Of yourself
He’s not human
Just without