Τρίτη, 2 Αυγούστου 2011

rorschach's journal [life sentence]

[verse]

Life
feels like a ticking clock
at times, I feel ripe, and I

Fall
it makes no sense at all
I'm dying without bleeding, but

Hey
it's only clinical
this trance, this illusion, I

Bathe
in blood, and yet I'm cold
just how high is too low

[chorus]

I'd like to know
(what) goes through your mind
when I'm not there
and what you do
with all these stars, in your hand