They start at low whispers,
Then gradually turn to worse;
Screaming until I can't take anymore,
Words so mentally preverse.
Aching within my head,
All control is lost;
I'm praying for you to save me,
I'll pay whatever it costs.
Free me from myself,
I can hardly breathe;
All hope is lost,
Until you rescue me.
Take it away, Take it away, Take it all away;
Remove these voices, they're killing me.
Take it away, Take it away, Make them go away;
Releave my conscience and set me free.
How can I manage?
What makes it so I can see?
It's a wonder I continue to live,
With all these voices screaming at me.
I'm so fucking tired,
And too fucking weak;
I'm trying to hold it all together,
Before my next mental leak.
Free me from myself,
I can hardly breathe;
The gears continue to turn,
It's so hard to believe.
Take it away, Take it away, Take it all away;
Remove these voices, they're killing me.
Take it away, Take it away, Make them go away;
I'm so lost without you, come set me free.
Author notes
These are the words and first draft to the first song I have ever written. The genre is alternative metal. This is still a work in progress. Feel free to give me feedback of grey areas, or your insight on the lyrics.
Silvos. aka Chris
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I wish my first drafts in anything would look like this I love what you written so far and enjoyed reading this. Look forward to seeing the final version. Thanks for sharing.
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I feel I was singing the lyrics in my head while I was reading it. It would fit so good in a song, really. It's very, very good.
Keep writing
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man, this makes me think of the pressures of homework.
YES! I KNOW! I AM BACK!
anyways i think it's a prety good song. i definetly got a rhythym going when i was reading it. i mean. through some guitar solo's in their and your a shoe in. although. it probably needs another verse or two. (i know i know, your not done it yet.)
the message of the poem, er, song. is very strong to me, the average angsty teenager. it's sounds to me. like the pressures of society and the rules, of a boss, or the law, or a teacher, or parent driving some poor soul crazy (like it does to everyone right) and the guy is near another mental breakdown because of it. also the last line suggests that this has some love mixed in.
i love this by the way... sorry if i overanalyzed it.
~theharveter <--- i'm back!
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