Bird Of Ill Omen Now Ruin Is
Cushioned by an alliance of malfunction and ridicule
As days count down and friends rust from exposure to exposure
I'm realizing that i am the waste of reason
Clean and serene, the dirtiest being
I'm the alchemist in reverse, i lost all i was
And i never felt this sick, bellyfull of rocks, rise to throat, this image never looked uglier, i'm not fooling anyone, neither earth nor sky will grant, i would love for it to end, misplaced my childhood, overlooked inertia
This piercing stare holds more than lies
I've now married the thought, this is not just ink on paper now drenched in life's blood
Now drenched in life's bitter blood
Stagnant relation of space and self
Staggering toward my ruination
These are all just actions to entertain the eye
Hell of a screenplay, who i am?
Empty arms, make me a leper, now ruin is my skill
I will never be happy, i would die to hide
Try to find a shortcut to love