Jul. 05, 2009,08:53
Stimulants
Make-Believe to make me grieve
You're the one to help me read
It's at the top of all these things
Where the mind is old, we think
You're the one to help me read
It's at the top of all these things
Where the mind is old, we think
I'm alone in my regrets
I fill my mind with stimulants
I feel the bones of my regrets
Wash away these old laments
I am careful to let go
Bringing torture to the hall
You are morning I am gone
In the nightfall I'm the one
I'm alone in my regrets
I fill my mind with stimulants
I feel the hatefall on the walls
I'm making hopeful, metal calls