Got handcuffed to my dream
I could not wake up
Left my foot in an escalator
Torn up between miles
From here on to Montreal
Got the cold bruise hit me hard on my face
Sleeping under ladders
Mirrors breaking over
Seven years have gone and i still don't feel good
My pulse is such a nail
Dead as the doorway
I have travelled all these miles to find it has been closed
My hands have all been tied
By the viens that run inside
I have locked myself to die in my own realm
Swallow storms of dust
My lungs are swollen sore
I cough up arrogance that burns out slow
Haunted by the lack
Lack of all that is known
I need someone to show me how it can be known
Struggling through this life
Like a bug in a forest fire
I came out alive but it wont be for too long
I am down
I am down
Down and under
I am down
I am down
Down and under
1 comment:
Do you write these as lyrics? The meter was perfect, and I could literally hear this as a song inside my head.
"Struggling through this life
Like a bug in a forest fire"
Good lines.
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