This state in which I cannot think, I call it static, because that's all I can hear.
They stare in my eyes and I know they can hear what I'm thinking.
But can they really?
I use this only for my satisfaction.
If nobody were around I still can't think clear without being afraid.
Someone, somewhere, knows what I'm thinking and is using it to destroy me.
Rusted nails scratch at my side
This, today, I cannot hide
Read the thesis and state it from each line
You can tell from the wordings that, today, I'm not fine
Hope is a feeling of actually knowing something you want to happen is going to happen.
We all know we can't tell the future.
So why pretend?
Each word is just another lie to cry out in the end of it all.
When nothing goes your way you know you can't hide it.
You can't hide your anger.
I cannot make sense of it all
From this I've bled from these nails
Rip me open today
Just let me know that I'm not okay
Satisfaction!
Reaction!
Attraction!
Action!
From the words that spill from your lips, I can see what you're really telling me.
Each day is another large pile of hours wasted away to no end.
You can't stop it so it just keeps going.
It just keeps going because it wants to.
It just keeps going because it cannot die.
