Bleeding knuckles
Have been pounding on these walls
Searching for some kind of resistance.
Our minds are screaming
The psychotic side releasing
What has been so long held inside.
I cannot breathe
My sanity has abandoned me.
I think schizophrenia's kicked in
It's only me inside this box of bricks.
Through the images
Of tongue-tied false reality
Within these nightmares, I find sleep.
The only thing
Worse than a surrealist dream
Is sleeping with my bones beside me.
I cannot breathe
My sanity has abandoned me.
I think schizophrenia's kicked in
It's only me inside this box of bricks.
Where's the daylight
And the night time?
In this box, has the world stopped turning?
I don't know
Just how long I've been here
I hope these wings will set me free.
I cannot breathe
My sanity has abandoned me.
I think schizophrenia's kicked in
It's only me inside this box of bricks.
I cannot breathe
My sanity has abandoned me.
I think schizophrenia's kicked in
It's only me inside this box of bricks.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This would be a pretty sweet song. It flows really nicely and the box of bricks is a good metaphor to this feeling.
"The only thing
Worse than a surrealist dream
Is sleeping with my bones beside me."
umm that line is genius, favorite part.
awesome write, can't wait to read more.
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