I seek for peace
Only you can give
Forever I'll seek forgiveness
As I walk the lonely seas

I'm the one who's lost
And I'm the one who seek
Empty my soul, fill my mind
My being is at void

Peace is now just a dream
Dreaming without any sleep
Restless as I am
I must find who I am

For ten months, I've been hunt
Of the nightmares of the past
I don't know how long I will last
'Cause now I'm on the verge of dying

The light that shines upon you brings me hope.
With this hope I'll continue living, living but will remain dead.
But with you this empty vessel will be filled with its soul.
Then I shall rest in peace.

Dependency. A cruel fate for a young millennial.
In this country, karma means nothing
Ethics are fiction, as I've found out.
Relying on the manipulative rich man.
He's different for everyone.
Where do you get your checks from?

Sometimes i force myself to cry,
so i don't drown in my emotions.
I pity myself until i am tired ,
then the nightmares come,
i dream of betraying you.

I haven't forgave myself.
I did not forget.
I was too young to understand,
the things i have done,
and what they meant.

I would never do it again,
never look the other way.
The words i say i will keep,
until God takes me away.

Will it ever be enough?
The life i'm willing to give to you?
Will my love be able,
for us to live this through?

Blind Willie Johnson strums six strings a day
He drinks with the woman who taught him to play
He spells out his secrets in the songs that he sings
And breathes his life onto six rusty strings
Blind Willie Johnson brings home the blues
Blind Willie Johnson will wail the blues to you

The brothel he grew up in is tearing down the walls
He's got so many memories of those smokey halls
His mama could be there or she could be dead
He's got no pictures, just anecdotes instead
Blind Willie Johnson said he don't know a thing
Except for the truth in the blues that he sings

Blind Willie Johnson ain't really blind at all
He's just got those gray eyes from years of alcohol
He stares into the smoke of a Friday night crowd
Who stare back at him as his stories ring out
Blind Willie Johnson doesn't cover up a thing
Listen to his pain in the blues that he sings

"Blind Willie Johnson" reads the graveyard stone
Under the blanket of the sky, Willie rests alone
Though his voice is lost underneath the ground
The world will never forget Blind Willie's sound
Blind Willie Johnson sang the way he felt
He never complained about the hand he was dealt

The wound on her heart,
stitched,
but it has not healed.
It's still bleeding
hidden behind a layer of skin.

A smile on her face,
tears in her eyes,
she lies in the moonlight,
she traces her scars.

Her skin, it became so sensitive,
it bruises so easily.
Every wound turns into a scar,
healed,
but the pain reflects in her heart,
her ever hurting heart.

Now I can see her wound,
stopped denying it.
I want it to heal,
I want her to heal.

Come my child
hidden in darkness,
come sink into my welcoming embrace,
I want to shine light on you,
shine light on myself.

if you are schizophrenic a small voice will tell you what number to press
if you are co-dependent someone will press 2 for you
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if you are depressive it does not matter no one will answer you
if you have multiple personalizes press 3456
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are you death ?
are you death ?

who are you,
tiny voice inside my head
you are who ?
shiny choices 'round my neck

so, are you
noises i haven't bled ?






so, slow and blue
are you ?

who are you ?
the pain i haven't wept
you are who,
the pieces i never kept ?

who are you,
i dont think we've ever met





so, low and new
how are you ?

so hard to forget

so, clear and true
why are you ?

so far to regret

now it's in me too
so sharp to cut me through








so, near and few
shards, sharks and you


who are you,
tiny voice inside my head
you are who ?
shiny choices 'round my neck

who are you ?









why me, it's a riot in my head
you are who ?
screaming voices 'round my neck

so, are you still dreaming,
and nobody has found you yet ?

who are you,
are you death ?










inside my head,
inside my heart,
outside ripping me apart
are you death ?

so, are you
the ghosts i haven't met ?










what is true,
why do i see
the sun set ?

so, are you ?
the one who sets me free ?









if i count to three,
and close my eyes,
would you still be here,
with me ?

why don't you die,
are you death ?
are you death ?







now it's in me too
so sharp to cut me through

so, slow and blues
are you ?

who are you ?
the pain i haven't wept
you are who,
the pieces i never kept ?

what are you,
are you death ?
are you death ?