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letra de the rain - kmakze

welcome to my mind, it’s a universe i’m free
and what you’re seeing on the surface may not be what lies beneath
wicked wants and never needs clouding everything that breathes
slowly going through the motions, growing restless with disease
from my window looking on, i see the world and what is wrong
the commotion never stops, i swear it drives me up the wall
i’m broke beyond repair, behind my eyes that hide despair
drugless psychedelic trips freak me out and now i’m scared
prepared to leave this place and move on to what is next
outside of these four walls, there’s nothing left and i’m depressed
naming friends i’ve never met, and blaming them for what i’ll never know
never told they don’t exist, just figments of imagined hope
imagine though, a battered soul, beaten, bl–dy, and bruised
eaten up and spitted out, so ugly and abused
trouble boiling bubbled, steaming and about to blow
ending in a m-ssacre, blood is gushing from a throat

(hook x2)
if every place is some place, then where the h-ll am i
trapped between these thoughts of suicide and hoping other die
sick and getting sicker, twisted, upset and so f-cking bitter
have half a mind to ask for help, but sh-t, i ain’t no quitter

figures in the shadows, battle with reality
it doesn’t matter if they’re matter tearing at my sanity
these sick, demented thoughts of suicide have come to cross
little fragments of my consciousness i thought that i had all but lost
sleep deprived, insomnia, my nail beds are worn
from scratching at the wooden boards making up my floor
pentagrams cover scr-ps of paper on my walls
with screams of schizophrenic terror, ringing from the halls
window panes, in rugged frames the lights are never on
curtains drawn in the daylight, when it’s gone the nights are long
the painful rush of letting blood, spill upon my skin
helps me to forget this terrible environment i’m in
this house, it isn’t home, it’s a prison, i’m alone
speaking to myself to p-ss the time, the jokes are getting old
and every day that comes and goes, it never seems to stop
i lose myself a little more with every ticking of the clock

(hook x2)

the walls are closing on me, i feel like i’ll drop dead any second check the floor from the door when you walk in
i suffocate for days, swallowing razor blades
and choking on blood, drinking it back from spilled veins
that i just split, lick a fresh slit on my wrist
french kiss, the loveless lips carved in my skin
dreaming of shotguns being carried by dead nuns
humming their hymns, sung in devilish sp-wn tongues
sucking up bread crumbs and chase it with red rum
lace it with ambien, it’s no wonder i’m so numb
and strapped to the poles cold that are framing my mattress
marks smart my arms, harmed ripping the bandage
calm, but i’m gone slipping into the madness
that penetrates, my very state, my mind has been damaged
so long, fair well, i’m no longer in pain
just an afterthought, lost, went away with the rain

(hook x2)

- kmakze

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