In this time and the hour I feel life slipping through my fingers im bleeding now and losing power Once again I tend to disappoint humorous to see a junkie prove a stereotype worthwhile its gone again it comes labeled harmless once again proven hostile its always everyone fucking with my artistic style I need life to be a little more versatile its my way or the highway I seem to forget that im as safe as a stray I always have my life on delay back burner burnt to decay and guess who’s in the fucking way inside im a little bit smaller shallow im pale and losing color and I am honestly so sick of all the bullshit and the way I act like a prick im really NOT all the things I say brew a little hope that I can betray I will bruise till I obey In this time and the hour I feel life slipping through my fingers im bleeding now and losing power half truths and pseudo uncouth maybe its what im made of and its all about the facade it puts me at ease knowing I don’t believe in your god does it make a difference when deviance is entertainment and your breathing in the ambience of your own shitty ass adolescence who am I to change my very own outlook according to statistic its in the book just have a look it applies to your very own hair color shoe size and personality they just forget to tell you its to a certain degree growing and living off soil made of dread puts a hole in your head no sky’s show life for me no tear ever rains for me in my own selfish reality I ask why did it happen to me woe is me
I agree, really good actually. "I am not all the things I say, brew a little hope that I can betray, I will bruise til I obey...." very nice.