With a little bit of this, A little bit of that. Nothing never fits, Falling dark and flat. Yell towards the sky, Empty trust, hollow lies. Stay up all night, Sigh till its alright. Too sad to be quiet, Still no one in sight. Should've been delicate. Ambiance now looks desolate. Too numb to love, Too conscious to hate. Too guilty to confess, This point in life I guess... Would do anything for ecstasy.
Every inch of stone covered in weighted white Rolling and growing... growing and rolling... the only sound heard, ice kissing ice And my screams Do you hear it? The avalanche of my life It has a sound unlike any other A crescendo of every experience compounding on my soul, demanding to be seen, heard, felt, feared
Warning level 5 avalanche Please evacuate the area for personal safety, hazard may cause more calamity
An abandoned thought, A restless sigh, Dust remains, Where all has gone into nothing, Deserted, uncared for, it lays there, waiting, Staying, until it is swept away, In the course of time, Carried away, With a breeze.
This is just one step inside my desolate head, it's like a never-ending maze, a mansion with infinite rooms. There are marks on the walls, whispers that pierce like screams saying "you're never good enough, you'll never live up to your dreams". It's a carousel that's still spinning over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
Motion sickness has me feeling uneasy, a party of everything I hate, I'm constantly feeling queasy. All the pretty things I dream of always go away when my eyes open back up. The stories on this mansion are higher than the clouds, still I'm spinning and spinning over and over and over and over. I can't see the ground, stuck in these walls spinning over and over and over and over.