(Has your love and your hate) Started to feel the same?
The longing of feeling nothing (I broke the frame)
It's hard to care, when there's not much there.
Can't face what you've become.
A leach in my head, a thorn in my fucking side.
White walls are painted black, so you can no longer hide.
I wish I didn't feel the sorrow's of others.
Sorrows of the world.
II. The Blind Eye
Just another lesson I have yet to learn.
Suffering of other, I guess it's my turn.
Suffering of other, I guess it's my turn.
Can't blame me, if I didn't know what was wrong.
I've been suffering and I'm in need of help, I haven't had much luck.
Why don't you listen to my side, you selfish fuck?
"Don't look for a future, look for yourself. Embrace your pain, and go inside your mind"
I've lost myself, time and time again.
When will it all start to feel the same?
III. Maladjusted II
I'm sinking deeper and deeper, as I walking these burning bridges.
All the year and all the tears seem to go hand and hand.
I can't believe I promised myself these lies again.
I'd do anything, just to take back what I've become.
Tell me what I want to hear, then viciously take it back.
I'm at wits end, and I know I'm to far from coming back.
IV. Chains
Societies ill's aren't hard to see.
It's us vs. them, they won't have us on our knees.
Chains.
Swing fists, break wrists.
Break the chains of Jealous Cowards.
V. (Sparrows)
I dream of better days but then I wake up and nothing has changed.
I dream of better days, when I wake nothing is okay.
Silver sparrows have brought me no luck yet, so now I'm living.
Living with my regret.
VI. Pins and Needles
It's been so long since I've felt hope,
and I know times won't change for me, it won't change for me.
I see nothing through crying eyes,
and these consequences have stretched to far, stretched to far.
I keep my distance, but I waste away,
and I give up because the classics are never quite the same.
Pins and needles, I try to escape from the pain.
It only embraces me, it only embraces me.
So I break me down, I break myself to the fucking ground.
Screaming "fuck these days, fuck these fucking days".
I break me down, I break myself to fucking ground.
Fuck these days, fucking these fucking days.
VII. Nomad, CA
I feel stares on me, twisting and turning I refuse to believe
Secrets from a world full of life long misery.
I wish I wasn't so cold/I wish I wasn't lost in the fold.
The world tells me the only peace is in death,
and I can't tell you how many times I've wished on Death's breath.
And it's been so long, all the loving it's all gone.
The missing of your beautiful face, the secrets tell me this isn't the place.
I'll keep searching and I'll keep hurting.
Keep and ear to the ground & always listening.
Solve the secrets / Pay my toll.
Please wrap your arms around my soul.
He said "Son, you'll find your place"
SIDE II
VIII.
A life on my knees, I will never lead.
Break my heart, rape my soul, I won't ever fold.
I know it wasn't suppose to be this easy, but was it suppose to be this hard?
From the womb to the tomb, each day my goals are pushed a little far.
It's in their hands, they've got it all.
Tired lungs and an early grave, where have I gotten myself today?
Going nowhere, handing them it all.
No living, just hell.
The mother fuckers.
IX. Shades of Gray
We're nothing but the product of rage, she sang in my headphones all day.
I just want to get the fuck out, because I know I already fucked up.
Another end, not making amends.
I want to give you what you want, I'm starting to feel like it's life or death.
But I'm not sure if I can give it to you in life or death
Another end, not making amends.
I can't comprehend.
Will I change my ways?
See the through these days?
Dream a dream that isn't you.
So full of hate.
It takes the best of you.
This curb has never felt so cold, this life has never felt so grey.
It takes the best of you.
X. (The Instigator)
I need something to hold onto, I need something to say.
Seven eyes see it all, and there's a better way.
In the shadow of all this shame, please let me soul lay.
Biting back at hands, don't let apathy end you.
Procrastination is cancer or the mind.
I only know the hollow of my soul.
"Sometimes the only way out is just another dead end"
I swear I've got so much to give.
XI. (Maladjusted Insturmental)
XII. Maladjusted II
I can't count the days, just my death wishes.
And I've always had more than a handful on my mind.
Iron and steel hearts don't protect a thing when comes the cold.
So why do I feel so old?
Why do I feel like there is so much more,
when I don't feel a god damn thing.
No securities, in the slightest of things.
I choose to love what breaks my heart,
my heart breaks all I choose to love.
So now I'm stuck in the cold.
XIII. (Waking Up To Eden)
My days are to short to be living in such hate,
Because I'm starting to feel like it's just dead weight.
(the dirt on my coffin)
It brings me down, and I just can't swim.
So now I'm embracing change and hoping rusted gates of Eden let me in.
Will let they me in? Rusted Gates of Eden.
Don't carry my coffin, let me in.
XIV. (The Sea)
I want to hear the song about the Sea, the boy who left shackles in shambles, and let loose his anxieties.
Beaches of glass/Oceans of concrete waves.
I convince myself these are my dieing days.
The sun still shines and the ropes still hang.
I feel my love and hate starting to feel the same.
The dreams of open, but side lined by sand.
I've sat here many days, with my head in my hands.
I wallow, I wait (well) in a personal hell.
Wake up, there's a reason to care.
Alone and forsaken, I've set with my choice.
Towers of Ivory, fall apart in shame.
Has your love and your hate started to feel the same?
Ivory towers / Slaves are freed
The reflection in the mirror / The sown seeds
Your love, your hate, the boy and I are the same.
Has your love and your hate (started to feel the same) ?
