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letra de leeches - project

verse:
i’m locked inside a box and it’s my fault, i took too much on
wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders for too long, i was wrong
i thought that i could manage all the damage, trying to look strong
but i’m underneath the rubble trying to struggle, i’ll be soon gone
a crushing wave of names come rushing to me laced in flames
telling me if i don’t save the day i’m the one to blame
we’re all born with a purpose, seems i was born a servant
or a jester trying to juggle to prove that i ain’t really worthless
it’s taking it’s toll on me, breaking me slowly
creeping up into poetry, uncontrollably
making me think that i’m a nobody, and now i start to doubt myself
i thought that i could truly be the one to save you, be the one who helped
rid you of your cancerous problems, where are my manners, i’ll solve them
i’m only one person and this kinda thing happens too often
but a friend in need is a friend indeed
so how the fuck can i turn away when you’re begging on your hands and knees

bridge:
it’s an invisible visitor, similarly sinister
faces formed of family and friends, i’m a prisoner
locked in my dreams, i’m tied down with paralysis
in an imagination overload, so gimme your -n-lysis

chorus:
break me, take me, everything i have
every bone inside my body, snap them all in half
leeches trying to creep inside, tearing me apart
i’ve given up, let them in, feed on my bitter heart
i’m empty, breaking, from troubles i keep taking
problems that are not my own that weren’t mine in the making
feeling like a martyr, but i’m volatile and angry
i wish that i could block it out, my conscience just won’t let me

verse:
can somebody come and loosen these harnesses
this joke’s been taken too far, this is a cold display of heartlessness
i see visions, premonitions off in the distance
the decisions that i’ll be forced to make crafted with such precision
the paths that i’m being made to take but they don’t seem to listen
they just pick and choose at will and fill me with a negative disposition
i don’t have a choice in what i witness, i can’t change the channel
i’m simply rounded up into a pen and treated just like cattle
my knowledge of what’s real and fake truly has been rattled
i’ve been saddled with surreal scenes and it seems i’m trying to paddle
upstream in my dreams, i’m trying to see what it all means
but if i come clean, beg and plead, these fiends will break me
i know i’ll always wake up, and the sun will always rise
but try telling yourself that bullshit when you’re locked inside your mind
in the deepest darkest cracks where no one ever dares to venture
there’s a sign painted in giant letters stating, “do not enter”

bridge:
this confusion is deluding, and diluting my reality
the streams are crossing over, i can’t tell which one is fantasy
my sanity is dwindling, hanging by the thinnest string
my oh my, my own mind is truly such a bitter thing

middle 8:
i’m having nightmares about my friends k!lling themselves
waking up in a cold sweat like a kid who keeps on pissing himself
i see those faces when i lie at night, i can’t deny
the fact that when i wake i’m wiping tears out my fucking eyes
looking in the mirror, wondering what the key is
the secret ingredient i seem to be replacing with a weakness
seeping through the seams and spreading fear until i’m speechless
these leeches in my dreams won’t stop ripping up the pieces

- project

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