Its these thoughts that keep me buried in the blackest of places Hey baby, cant you see that Im a plague of the ancients? In this life I have worn the mask of one million faces But Im just like everyone else, wearied and anxious These catacombs echo the thoughts of a thousand dead But all the corpses and skeletons hang out in my head Hey baby, cant you see that Im still cold and catatonic With a flow and vocabulary that borders on neurotic You sold me euthanasia with the hopes Id be your savior But Im no son of god I wasnt born in a manger Hey baby, cant you see that Im still battling death spells? Even when Im happy, my head is still a living hell Ive settled for a life that distracts me from myself The thoughts that keep me up at night leave me overwhelmed Im the better part of valor painted a shade of pallor Youve turned me pallid as we watched the summer rain showers I found the devil when I dug way down deep It turns out this whole time he lived inside of me I found the poet that was searching for sleep He was clinging to the words that paranoia freed Ive walked this fine line between death and sobriety And it didnt get me anything but notoriety Ive painted the sky red with angered threats But what does it mean when the only road left is death? Ive tried so hard to get to the bottom of me But Im like quicksand there is no end underneath You all keep trying to tell the world I sing But I dont sing I scream until my throat bleeds Hey baby, cant you see Ive made a mess of me? But if Im a sinner you must be my christening Ive got the darkest of habits and pen that ravages It composes symphonies that fight like savages My heart is a sepulcher where angels roam Keeping watch over the demons you turned to stone Theres beauty in the chaos that constitutes my mind My head is battlefield scarred with landmines Happiness is a warm gun filled with blanks And theres a pain in my chest where my heart got shanked Accompanied by the noise of one thousand engines And television static that can alter perceptions I will make the earth quake while you all sit and pray Cuz youve never ever heard music done this way The distortion in my head is a symptom I crave And the delusions in my mind keep me enslaved But at the end of the day everything is okay Because you calmed the voices that lead me astray With a flick of the wrist you brushed away my pain Because we both know that agony is so passe
hey, painted, pallor, wearied, sepulcher