The departing race

A journey i don't want to take
    with a slam of a fist i break........
  pick up the scattered memories i don't remember
  and how it affects my brain......
      give me the bottle that "makes me sane"
              hide the guns that are loaded
    waiting around to feel the bullets
      i cant read your face its coded
                  do i finally just fade.........
  (where does it lead too)
        i promised myself that the things they said
                          weren't true.......


so i walk in patterns in circles watching my friends hearts turn to stone.......
    watch this life snap our bones.........
          the distractions we make, so we are not alone
            but no matter where you go, your not home.....
        the truth stays hidden behind my lips
              cause i have been taking in lies with sips.......
          i watch the old, the new fade away
        because none of us are meant to stay.......


please take it from me.......
    misery is not a place you want to be........
        but no one ever will see............
                that life is meant to die.....
          oh baby don't cry.....
                  at least we gave it our best try.....
In to deep, in between the rough cracks......
            holes being filled in and brain cells dying
                your fix isn't worth buying.......
      everyone wants to experience it for themselves
                          than wish they could take it back
          wisdom is what we lack.......
    dark shadowed breathes and blood shot eyes
                      again to find out that another person was a lie..
        a disappointment......
                parents look our ways and turn with a sigh.......
                    and i want to choke the rape of our innocence in till it has let go........
          but its the way the world thinks we should grow......

      we fall blame at the feet of the slathered and cusifed
in and out of hell and heaven,
            it takes thousands of days to find our world
              when god made it in seven........
      we think we are in mortal and the end will never show its face.....
            but we are the departing race
                    sorry to tell you,
                      that you came to the wrong place......