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letra de breathing sand - individual

i need some room to breathe
in a tomb that i can’t leave
i can’t shake off the hate at this rate
if its my fate just leave me alone
i’m just pile of skin and bones
nothing really else
you’ve never been the one to help
i only think about my self
cus thats all they’re really is
i dont have a wife and i dont have any kids
i drown my self in a burning substances
much more of this and i might just die
but then again why am i alive
and why do i always seem to try
much more applicaple but yet so incredible
a metaphyical individual on the brink of death
i’m puking in this sink out all of my guts and my very last breath
so nothing less, no no nothing less
just to ease the stress
this nicotine i’ve over looken and overseen
has got me shooken and so unclean
i feel like a fiend and my lungs are startin to bleed
but music seems to be the key to all my ails
helps me feel significant when i’m stuck inside this jail
covered cracked lungs in dust
it’s starting to seem like there’s no god i can trust
call it greed call it l-st call it what you will
theres an alcholic in all of us if you search inside when you stand still
confide inside with your own mind
find all of the internal signs
but belief and positivity is still key
as long as you’d like to be free
from your own mental prison
that you dont fit in just listen
good riddens
to everyone that absorbed in this social orb
because the destination is a graveyard
a place that you can’t really move that far
underground in h-ll how does that sound, can you tell?
somebody like me
that’s crushed by the pressure of his own self pity
selfish feeling thats sh-tty
at the bottom of the bottle in the depth of this city
i’ve seen this place so many times
freestyling with a handful of rhymes
deciphering every single sort of line
and making them all stand out as one of a kinds
darkness illuminated to shine
well, if it sinks to h-ll i guess thats fine
but, at some point in time
i’ll make sure to bring it back and claim it as mine
so, what is life to you if nothing ever seems true
no artistic talent, no muse
all challenge, but you were the one to choose
you slacked off backed off, now your the one to lose
so stop acting all confused
its time to pay your dues
and escape this little ruse
that you threw yourself into
trapped by the center fold
caved in by the frozen cold
clothed in a layer of mold
your the one that stole
the beating part-tion of my only soul
and an apparition appeared to me and said
you with the ink and lead
paint a picture of myself, but dead
and covered in liquid laced with red
a portrait so mysterious
wonderous and oddly delirious
a painting of something that i could never comprehend
a message that failed to deliver, let alone ever send
a neuron transfer that broke apart at the ends
metal fired thats only purpose was to bend
so i count 1, 2 straight to 10
i’m just a fraction of these men
all meant to die
in this lie
i dont wanna live anymore
unless i cloak myself in this core
that only i possess
so here i fall into slumber as i rest

- individual

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