I am your disease, every time I come around you vanish me in every cry whimper or sneeze I am the ****** in side your head you are to scared to embrace I am the horns of the devil and the smile upon the angels face I am the dream you cant control I am the voice that tells you to let go
it can only last so long before we all lose control I've turned into the monster that I fought not to be deep in a darkened whole in an instance, just an instance burning bridges sewing stitches broken wishes perceptive imperfection a left hand turn in the right direction
I am your release everything you want you take from me elapse relapse reprise your reprise I am the ****** in side your head cut off noise to spit there face I am the horns of the devil and the smile upon the angels face you are the moral in my dark soul I am the voice that tells you to let go
laying in bed dreams of voluntary aggression upon waking disappointing depression has a purpose really been found or are we being naive now it's more beautiful 6 feet underground voice ripped out as you try to make a sound who will even see the things we create think it's great to annihilate the whole human race get involved and help dispose of the waste debilitating thoughts not knowing how to feel like naive dogs lost without there master treasure pain because without pain there is no pleasure I'm asking not knowing what is real conditions of contradiction & elusive entities entanglement of putrid bodies in a mind stricken by poverty
I am your release everything you want you take from me elapse relapse reprise your reprise I am the ****** in side your head cut off noise to spit there face I am the horns of the devil and the smile upon the angels face you are the moral in my dark soul I am the voice that tells you to let go