Single
Cyrille Robes, Dan Buquicchio, JayR Castillo, and Jeff Lyons
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Obscure thoughts sit in the corner of my mind
Where reality and insanity collide
I often scream at the top of my lungs
But you, never hear a word I say
Much to my dismay
You’re too preoccupied with your life
To give me the time or day
Tell me something I’ll believe
Show me how I could refuse to feel
Give me something to numb this pain
I just wanna matter in a special way
I may at times even speak in tongues
About Christianity and profanity, and the like
Yet no one really seems to give a damn
It’s so true, this life has gone in vain
Should I blow my brains
Not a single soul would trade places with me
For a pot of gold
What’s the point of living in this world
When no one notices big or little things you do
Might as well leave the world of the undead
But that part my friend, you can’t undo
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