Save Yourself
Kid Called ComputerSadistik
Save Yourself 歌詞
I might be dying sooner when I fight these nightly tumors
I assume its likely to in times in spite my dicey psyche
You know the drill, bite me. Screwdrivers to get me railed
Until Im hammered enough to fall asleep on beds of nails
So take that hacksaw and saw this hack into a thousand pieces
Put it in your mouth and teeth it, chew it til its ground between em
Drain my blood and use it when you write a page
Describe the taste and tell me if Im truly worth the ground I sleep in
Its the semi-psychotic Henny and vodka mix
With some Remy Martin and a medley of monster flicks
Im on a mission for the ending of all of this
Im contradictive, full of empty intoxicants
Im a desperate, desolate mess of skeletons
Who second guesses questions, intentions when all the messages
Mix and sections of skin are left dissecting your ribs, infected
With pestilent hexes that exorcists fix, so check it
I got two bad hands and still built this house of cards
Just an average jack-up in the club who thinks he found a heart
But I dont go to clubs and dont believe in love
Or holding hearts in grips unless this fist is into which its bleeding from
Its bleeding from, its bleeding from, its bleeding from
I look into the bleeding sun and whisper with my bleeding tongue
All my poems are telling that the bleedings fun
Until this carcass reaches heartless, telling me the bleedings done
Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light of the sun, all in a blaze
And all you see is...
Everything I know thats real
After birth, theres just afterbirth
And after thats the aftermath and consequences
Cause after life theres nothing thats after death
And after death theres no afterlife
And youll agree that eulogies and afterwords are...
Words, after birth from aftershocks
And afternoons of afterthoughts
So after you, Ill follow you to Acheron
And after all, while you cant just save yourself
From this place in Hell Ill say farewell until the sun decays
With eyes open hoping nowhere nosy poachers dug our graves
Stop the sleep talking, walking, weve all been in coffins
Hostage to cautious responses, solemn and lost in the nonsense
Often I follow my conscience, bottle and swallow my problems
Wallow in hollow with processes, toxic hostile menages
Its just another itchy finger that I know expects to pull it
And Im in the line of fire every time youre sweatin bullets because
(These nights) its getting harder now to go to (sleep tight)
When everything is haunting me
Until I take my heart and squeeze it til the bleeding stops
(Speak to God), but Id rather go and (reach the stars)
So I could pluck one out the sky to navigate inside this shallow grave
If I cant find my way back home
Know that Im safe in these catacombs
I stand alone in the window with the casket closed
And latch to hold the stack of bones
Yeah this ship is on the path I roam, but thats just home