Spill the secrets that overload your very soul, Don't let yourself lose all of your self control Broken vessel, I'm just an empty hull Can't stand the sounds of these thoughts, I gather until they rattle on around inside my skull.... I wish that this pain would just subside What am I going to do next? i can't decide In the very heart of me, parts of me have already died increasing are these intrusive thoughts that frequently turn to suicide Keep all my feelings shoved way down deep inside I don't know what a happy life could actually provide washing over me is this crimson tide So its mine all my emotions have been long since denied Tell me why that you seem to be so taken back. I wasn't going to make it out unscathed, but my integrity mostly still intact. Distract, my chest heaving, from back to back full blown panic attacks From my soul, I felt my power drain, everyone, I once knew, nothing but a fading crimson stain. God please forgive me for all the dark thoughts I entertain My grief masked by words that drip with much disdain An addict ruined pretty much from the start relying on the wisdom other's seem to unknowingly impart Eternally stabbing myself with jagged bits of my broken heart turned off all this emotional crap a long long time ago colder I am just that much more corrupt the older that I grow so somehow spun it was out of all these **** tales of woe All that's left now are the smoldering embers from the fire once warm and all aglow keep in mind that i'll cut you from ******* appetite, the flames inside seemed to just ignite This familiar feeling seems to stir as it also seems to excite looking in from right outside as if I were stuck knee deep in my kryptonite After all the things that had been sacrificed Dissatisfied by the very changing price on your host you tend to feed like a parasite Anger erupting exploding just like dynomite so go ahead and dunk me in formaldehyde bury me only by candlelight despite all my pain and sorrow, I'll somehow be alright We roam on like we are all blind, with my very soul I outpour every word that I write If you want my advice, keep in mind everyday I feel a little less alive High at times usually hiding in the shadows of these dark rhymes An unseen evil remaining hidden behind, the tombstones, in this ancient graveyard of mine Really was it that big of a surprise to find, That to shine, I would usually rise Because when push comes to shove I can have no choice but to survive