Can’t stand these true lies
Plaugin the times with lines
Lines white like the ghosts you pray you never find
They find you only to become you and run you
One, two, these numbers ensue you
But numbers can’t count the dead
What you dread found a way into your head
An Illness caught by a sickness so strong the death toll’s now countless
What’s this? These questions are endless, the answers are relentless
No prisoners, no remorse, once the sickness takes its course
Through your veins all behind closed doors,
A body soars, through the imaginary sky of lies,
Everything is fine till a limp body hits the floor
Now this high you have come to adore hit it and quit it like a filthy whore
Torn, motionless and broken your eyes see nothing but darkness
Senseless minds now wasted, priceless endorphins left you lifeless
Ribs cracked, arms snapped, the cold hard cement now a pillow, results of your recent relapse
Your eyes cry tears of blood as you’re soaked in your own vomit
Although the cement broke your fall you still plummet,
Can’t find this so called mind
Lines took up your time
Nine lives narrowed down to a dime
Lies of signs that lead your façade of a life
Now too late your body relies on the slice of a knife
A corpse upon the cold hard steel things just got real
A race against time your body is far from fine
May be close to death now but the truth is you’ve been dead for years
One of your latest past times just became one of your greatest fears
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