imyselftheking

Walking in the forest Drinking in the well Lost Trying to find my way back Eyes against the sun The stars reminding me of old times Regretful times Painful times Vengeful times Hopeful times… Mentioned no more The well stained with mud The stars blocked by clouds Dizziness Nausea Falling into the well Cry for help Cry for someone Receive only echoes Have I betrayed everyone? Has everyone left? Gone… Gone…

The memories long ago Have begun to charge upon Like a thorn on my side The grace of my own pain As it tears me like paper When I choose to fight it Resting under the window of light Falling down the stairs Knowing how far it goes Drive me even more insane Looking at the flames laughing at me Enduring the pain of every step A victim of love I am And therefore falling down The spiral steps of insanity And face the dead end Sympathy does not exist When all is gone from you With the art of passion Has been burned down The amount of darkness expands Chasing me down The spiral steps of insanity But only to mock me By regre

All around me are painful memories Burned out places, Torn out pages Bright and early for the daily learning Going nowhere, Going nowhere My tears have dried up from days of floods No expression, No emotion Hide my heart I want you to keep it Not tonight, not tomorrow And I find it kind of painful, I find it kind of hopeful These dreams in which our love dies, Is becoming true more and more I find it hard to respond, I find it hard to take When people rip each others hearts this world is Torn, torn Children waiting for the day they cry their heart out Goodbye friends, Hello counselor Yet they don't feel the way children do Si

Lights Camera Action Filming you Watching you Please the audience Murder Maniac City collapsing Guerilla Warfare Mass Murder Media Blame the disaster on someone And have all fear you Mass Murder Media Breaking it down Brick by brick Drag the bodies Commercial Grabbing the money From pocket to pocket Causing the economy to explode Closing our ears So we don't hear your complaints Time limited Only enough time to show anarchy Mass Murder Media Grabbing the money From pocket to pocket Causing the economy to explode Closing our ears So we don't hear your complaints Mass Murder Media

Your caught in your own fog You have no pain No regrets You just want toys to play with Toys to play with Now theres one left I've take the strings off Just like before I wish you were dead Now you cry Want me back I wish you were dead You are gone from My mind My feelings My eyes My thoughts My heart My love My mind My feelings My eyes My thoughts My heart My love Toys to play with

I walk, alone In a place for the weak Cry for pity And here, I've grown So fond of hate That I swear I have nothing Oh my sweet one, Dressed in black Raise your face up With these words engraved in my hand "You are my one rose in my land" In the river, my pain Washes away when your near A darkened sky The day that love met a razor She fell swiftly to the ground Her last sight stayed in my mind Staring at the blade Oh God, how easy for you to take her And have my life live in pain So farewell to close beauty That black hair I worshiped Faded further, fogged Tears await in the clouds above Whilst my love, lives in flames

Awake in my dream Awake in my reality My skin is clear My skin is mine Glazing at your eyes glazing at your hair My mind is clear My thoughts are mine I feel like life has been good And I feel like I can do anything Awakening to reality Awakening from my dream I feel so real with you Could you walk with me 'Cuz I'm too afraid to talk Could you walk with me 'Cuz I don't want to leave you Could you walk with me 'Cuz I don't want to sleep I don't believe in I don't have faith in My sanity But your love Makes me believe Makes me hope for Another day A love Could you walk with me 'Cuz I'm too afraid to talk Could you w

There is something bright and beautiful Behind her eyes She's standing with no one beside In her own world But you are so perfect to me From a utopia that I cannot enter Run away with me A feeling to make you cry To make you shout To make you crawl With all the girls in this world None compare to you Her frown is a virus And I'm hopeless to help Just watch her like a memory Lost in her world But you are so perfect to me From a utopia that I cannot enter Run away with me A feeling to make you cry To make you shout To make you crawl With all the girls in this world None compare to you