Unarmed For Victory I'm No Technophobe
I can't take this any more, the idea of isolation,
Trapped in a crowded room with only myself to talk to!
Sweating, heavy breathing, panic sets in
And I open my eyes, to an empty room
Filled with endless conversation
How terrible, how profound, that a person can feel this
destroyed
I'm so sick of being sick!
I hate the person reflecting right back at me
The disgraceful, the disgraceful ghost I see
I've been here, watching you, keeping you close
So disconnected, watching you...
You wouldn't know
Say what you will, but I can't commit to fables
I've been able to shape shift looking at your eyes
Open up your eyes, those dead eyes
There are not many stars left in the sky, I cannot keep
you in my heart
Memories never sleep, they never die, I'm so damaged, I
can't even lie
There are not many stars left in the sky
Brace myself, test myself, ask myself, hurt myself!
Brace myself, test myself, ask myself, hurt myself!
How terrible, how profound,
That a person can feel this down
If redemption is in my future, I'm unaware
I am closer to my final breath of air
