To hell and back again
My permanent residence
Everything is so heated
It's all ****** up,...
...My choice i guess...
What else am i supposed to do?
Just swallow the poison?
Humor the idea
"everything is gonna be ok"
Sad state of affairs
This mess i got myself in
Point my finger at the mirror
Though it's not been spoken
We know where to place blame
...it doesn't need to be said...
I just want a release,
An escape.
I want the most magnificent illusion
"it's all gonna be ok"
...No cracks,
No flaws,
No imperfections
Until then...