It's such a perfect day to be washed away,
I went and sat by the shore and I counted the waves,
I counted a hundred and eight reasons I want to escape and then the reasons they'd crash upon the shore and they'd break
I dont think I've got the stamina for this anymore
Im not sure thats why I'm here by the shore
but I'm sure that I'm so tired of searching for messiahs asking why, why, why, why, why must I battle this goliath
Im a force of nature dont you know, I'm aware of it
but I'm so very sick of feeling so very sick
I'm tortured by the gods I guess that I'm a heretic
Life keeps on fucking me I wish that life was celibate
My problems keep peaking like they're Everest
the elephant in the room is that my room is in the elephant
becoming evident, that we make fear president, when fear trumps love that's when the soul becomes irrelevant
When my troubles keep on mounting
I make molehills out of mountains
roundabouts of doubt are sounding
drowned my youth inside the fountain
Im a fucking atom bomb bitch
pouring salt into the wound; watch me rip apart the stitch
I'm that kid the one that life subtracted
isolated fractured, shakespear re-enacted,
adapted for music its too sick im shining like Kubrick
my method is clockwork a full metal dude with
my eyes on the prize
do you obey do you abide? whats the price of creativity is it loosing your mind? and seeing patterns in the places where the patterns hard to find
All alone, all alone