Ascetic Parade
Butchered
spitting words into a screenwhile i am losing to a dreami hear her voice it's calling meto fade to black and suddenlyi'm halfway there to r.e.m.i try to fight i can't see themthe ones who place this weight on myown falling lids and closing eyesconsciousness comes back to meso i can read what's on my screenthe text is plain much like the songbut anyways let's move alongto this place of darkness dreadwhere all my thoughts play in my headprojected film for all to seefor those awake while i'm alseepmy breathing heavies and i am weakmy face is down head-first in sheetskeystroke sounds are all i hearmy mind and thoughts begin to smeari cannot tell what's coming nextthe final word of endless texti hear her voice is calling stilli don't belong in chapel hilli'm half awake, but i still knowthat this was not the place to go
From Letras Mania