The lines and the cuts and filling my sight,
Will I ever come back from this terrible night?
I see oppertunity on the horizon like a midnight flame,
Maybe I should play the devils little game.
For as the lepord has its spots, as I my weakness,
Like a ghost in the night I overcome my meekness.
To move close to the lines drawn upon the table,
As I clear out my veins I just wasnt able,
To see the truth in the broadcast blasting on the cable,
This life will get better, is that fact or fable?
Will I ever be happy again? Someone answer!
Or ill just keep spinning in a circle like a fucking tiny dancer.
And as my throat began to close,
And my blood pressure rose,
I feel this new life enter into my nose,
I can feel my skin crawling underneath of my clothes,
This feeling keeps grows as it enters my toes.
But now what is happening? As I see the red tide.
I can see my blood flowing, coming from the inside.
I guess this is going to be my final ride,
The paper curtains slammed shut, and in the dark the actors cried.