They say I to speak more, I need a better outlet. been digging through the thoughts so long my fingers became calloused. Lost the feeling in my palms so I towards the sky Hoping stars would the fingerprints left there those lonely nights. I couldn't reach. It was a sensation, When the lines in my became constellations. My skin's not think or rough, I'm not enough To confront the night but the moonshine helps me up. I've traveled the same road kicking yellow bricks home Walking empty handed, pockets of false hope. Stared at myself, he back at me Crossed his legs and asked, "Well do you believe?" I said, "The sky that I'm under resembles my And all the roads I walk are worn and broken Imitate the sheep still dressed in skin And every carnivore I meet is my brethren. Got lost in translation somewhere the seams When I stitched myself together with and broken dreams I'm not complaining as good as it can be Its just odd the man in the mirror can't understand me. Even he could never know about the places been Or how it feels to a mid-life crisis at ten. Strangely I before I ever hit twenty. I may just be a carcass but grave looks lovely.
I sold my today. I sold my soul today. It wasn't what the devil paid.
If I did something wrong then I But at point in my life I like to feel alive. I know this body was never mine But it feels like it be at some times So tonight I that you come to understand This wasn't in the plan, all the footprints in the Led me to the truth, I finally I'm just weaving through ghost's life and that's alright. I'll keep my shut but my tongue stretched acres apologize now for what I'll say later. But I it doesn't matter, every word gets scattered If I had to choose silence or death, I would pick the latter. And I did. There was too much left care less if the windows to my soul are broken. Sure it leaves a mess but you shouldn't be I'm not the only one that flew over the cuckoo's nest Found what wasn't lost, now I know the That a martyr must pay to a just cause. Death doesn't care you believe in As if faith is nothing more an escape from our demons. I regret nothing. Since I wake up tomorrow, I can assured I'll never use the time I borrowed So close your and forget me please So I won't be so embarrassed I have to leave.
I sold my today. I sold my soul today. It worth what the devil paid.