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(Esoterical)
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

(Esoterical)
Isn't this the where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i and then i

Isn't this the where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i fall and i scream and then i

(jD)
Rest mother and father, your sons doing fine,
stressed to death depressed in debt at the of
regret, but mother and father rest assured, sons
fine, just a couple hard times, i'm trying to lay
off the medication, i can swallow a handful no
effect, it's killin' me, but i love it when my
burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules
the faucet, fade the colors, problems lock in a
closet, i stand, my head beats for days, i can't
the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink,
never been tipsy, i never will, truthfully, it
me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the
world all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you
can it down, but anger is all you got, I'll take
advice, and grow up to be whatever the fuck you're
not

Isn't this the part where the feeling loses
for me
and i fight and i and then i scream and then i

Isn't this the where the burning feeling loses
for me
and i and i fall and then i scream and then i

(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I a
bottle, take a swallow, and follow my to nowhere,
80 and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost
in the process of temporary loss, as I bury
every heavenly thought, sit and take another shot,
and another shot and just let my body drop, It's
like my static, or really another escape, a friend
to the days that take too much for me to face, so
I forget, and get in my decadence, and waste a
night to let liquids kill my consciousness,
screaming at the as if they could fucking listen,
too drunk to think, I can't even remember I was
even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, for good
luck to in, It's morning and I'm making
confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, to say
I don't have an addiction, the hang hits, and I'm
almost convinced I could follow through with it,
my solutions only make me sick, my thirst
eventually hits quick, and I'm it like an
addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle to
swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I
form of tragic.

Isn't this the part the burning feeling loses
for me
and i and i fall and then i scream and then i

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling
for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and i

Isn't this the where i stand by and watch the
world
I'm fallin' apart, i'm fallin apart
Isn't this the where i stand by and watch the
world

(Esoterical)
I don't what i do to escape, but i don't
completely it either. It's like Oscar Wilde
said, "To one's own experience is to arrest
own development. To deny one's own experience is
to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no
a denial of the soul."