My Bitter End Dirt Helmet
Few will escape the sleep that swells there lungs. Consider youself fortunate for the rest
Dirt helmet silence is held high in regards of the troubled
Sleep easy under this illusion that your dreaming and waking is merely a thing of fact
While your sleeping I'm plotting a way to end this night
I'll shout down the moon and keep the sun at bay
Four chimes and an empty bed remind me I'm still here
Don't sleep. Here silence is revered and held holy, quiet enough to hear my blood hit the ground like razors through my veins
Sleep in. This rest we dream forever
Remember the day we never lived
Dispatched sunshine to a darkened fate, a darkened fate, a darkened fate
Some of us were meant to hurt
Without the light of day to remind us all of the breath we struggle so hard to find
As every shallow breath escapes few and far between, I find myself just praying for the courage to drag the jagged glass across our wrists and necks
Some of us were meant to hurt
Discover a new way of dying, everyday constantly dying
Five chimes and a blood soaked bed reminds me it's time to go
Disgust is a bitter taste that coats this tongue as I rip it from my mouth
There will be no screaming tonight just a silent goodbye and a note on the mirror
Sleep. This is for the hopeless, the lonesome
Somewhere, there's a bed for us all
This is my escape, it's not the right choice but it's mine
It's mine
I just can't stand the thought of another sunrise with no eyes, don't sleep
Don't sleep
