Sadistik Dawn Of The Dead
This is magic, its tragic, its passion, its me/
This is classic romance and its madness, its peace/
This is masochists, catholics, addicts and activists/
Blackness and sadness that pacifists see/
This is close to me, focusing, ghosts that sing
(Axioms!)/
Rosary, broken wings holding me (Back-a-wards!)/
Followed the path to to to find find find this/
And I swallowed the wrath to un-ite my intents-tents-
tents/
Tensions will build, walls will collapse/
Lessons instilled when I saw through the cracks/
Cracked smiles repaired, we just crawl in our tracks/
Cause we live just to die, we evolve to adapt/
To the fast food and the tattoos/
Its like I just can't see past the bad news/
And I can't bruise, like a statue/
But I'm fallin' apart from the shrap-nel/
This is casualties, atrophy, mastering (axioms!)/
Gravity, gradually, askin' me (back-a-wards!)/
Progress make can you when reverse in be why?/
Feel I how just thats cuz reverse in words speak I/
Any and every engaging discussion/
Of lovin's engraving a memory in me/
Memories in me engraving the lovin'/
Of every and any engaging discussion/
High high high mid mid mid low low low (Next!)/
Why try my wish if this goal I holds (Dead!)
Sooner or later I'll drown in regret/
When I'm swimming in circles and holding my breath/
