Black Comedy Pucture
I would never lie
Defy that I’ve crossed the line
Have you ever felt this way?
Or does it come too late?
Believe me, I’ve been there before
And it’s nothing I want to restore
They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain
Freed?
I never felt so deceived deep down inside
So strong, so hard-hitting
Cut the crap, stop bullshitting
Listen to the puncture sound
As all our lives go down
They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain
Have I crawled enough for your eyes to see?
Your world and how you critically perceive
The weakness in me I loathe to contain
Tell me should you or I explain?
They (…so ungodly) feed on my pain
(won’t bleed for you more)
`Cause I’ve had enough of this
Like life is a wandering bliss
Seen all this before
I hate what I adore (repent?)
Punctured like a freak
Is all this shit for me?
Sow but not to reap
And just a follower of the sheep!
Content?
A struggle for nothing
Never believing
Caught up inside of trying to become:
Free of all cause!
