Find yourself in your boring life
Is it me that is changing or is it just the scenario I am currently in,
Is it me that is changing or is it just the scenario I am currently in,
Another season gone, I find myself more alone than before,
So, they say that’s how it goes,
you’ve gotta keep digging
but don’t get buried in your hole
She, she says she don’t believe,
lost all her faith and hope
because of all these things she’s seen
I can’t describe what’s in my mind
‘cos I just feel so dead to the world,
never real what I wanna feel,
can’t work it out, I’m dead to the world
Life, say everything’s all right,
I’ll come and ask again
when you’ve really seen some life
Now, we’ve gotta figure out,
if we don’t ride the storm
we’ll never see the sun come out
I can’t describe what’s in my mind
‘cos I just feel so dead to the world,
never real, what I wanna feel,
can’t work it out, I’m dead to the world
I can’t describe what’s in my mind
‘cos I just feel so dead to the world,
I make it real what I wanna feel,
can’t live without being dead to the world
Oh, where is the sun?
Oh, where is the evening?
How, far have I come?
Where I am going?
I looked to the left.
And turned to the right.
I sought for a caption and looked for a light.
Oh, where is the sun?
Oh, where is the feeling?
I looked for a love.
I looked for your healing.
I looked round and round.
And fell to the ground.
I caused the bruise to kindle more fuel to the flame.
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With one such as this I must retain myself to withdraw,
Now spreading quickly it starts to consume all that I am,
Letting you go is such drama that I hate to act unbitten,
Doctrinal differences once though unrelated now become an issue,
Fading away is better than falling apart any day.
Infection from within is starting to control me,
Infection from you is back to where it all began,
Infection kills but also makes me strong,
This infection has been here long before you came along.
The dream I had before never will become reality,
Due to the fact that skeletons are never easy to hide,
Although you complain on how relative we are now,
Hearts can break continuously as well as grow.
Infection from within is starting to control me,
Infection from you is back to where it all began,
Infection kills but also makes me strong,
This infection has become a part of my life and isn't half bad.
Some are dreamers, others just a masquerade,
Some hate liars, others just want to be in the parade,
Put on your makeup now, no one will see the hurt you hold,
Put on your outfit now, you can't let them see who you really are,
As long as your infection continues you will never be free,
As long as your infection is untreated it will be killing me.
You are my infection, my infection this I decree.
You led me astray
You seduced me to choose the wrong path
You made me believe
that you are the only honest person
That's lie as all you tell
I wonder why I ever loved you
You made me
the fallen,the sinner, the broken
Now, this is what you've done
Here I am
The evil chose me to be the one to tempt
You made me
the fallen,the sinner, the broken
The realm of precious innocence
Has became your playground
You led me astray
You seduced me to choose the wrong path
You used me as a tool to get to the top of the world
You made me
the fallen,the sinner,
Now, this is what you've done
You made me
the fallen,the sinner, the broken
the broken-hearted
Never Again will I walk away from where I've been
Never Again will I turn from you my source of strength
Never Again will we wonder from where we have come
Never Again will some scoff from our hypocrisy
Never Again will others run in fear when you hold the answers
Never Again will we say one thing and do something else...
Another drink, another day failure is not an option at this point,
Rehab is for quitters, they say, you can handle this addiction alone,
Starving one's mind is just another sign of strength,
Who needs nourishment when a liquid lunch will suffice?
Falling deeper into oblivion, I may never see the sky again,
Living on the edge is a rush, and helps me to ignore the pain,
On this abandoned corner I have found myself,
On this abandoned corner I have real friends,
On this abandoned corner I sit and wait,
On this abandoned corner no one ever arrives.
Another poke of the needle, what's another hole through these scars,
The release I feel is a start, a start to a special kind of bliss,
I'm not addicted I just can't seem to lay the tube down,
I can stop when I want. I am the one who controls my destiny,
Falling deeper into oblivion, I may never see the sky again,
Living on the edge is a rush, and helps me to ignore the pain,
On this abandoned corner I have found myself,
On this abandoned corner I have real friends,
On this abandoned corner I sit and wait,
On this abandoned corner no one ever arrives.
One more smoke is all it will take, all that I need to stop this heartache,
One more drink will flush me out, and will help this heart not to break,
One more hit will help me forget how this all goes around,
If I do it once more I may end up buried in the ground,
I have left that abandoned corner now, I have moved on,
I have learned many things from that place, and keep them with me,
Where is your abandoned corner?
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