(Esoterical)
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
(Esoterical)
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
(jD)
Rest a**ured mother and father, your sons doing fine,
stressed to d**h depressed in debt at the depth of
regret, but mother and father rest a**ured, your sons
doing fine, just a couple hard times, i'm trying to lay
off the medication, i can swallow a handful with no
effect, it's k**in' me, but i love it when my liver
burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under
the faucet, fade away the colors, problems lock in a
closet, i can't stand, my head beats for days, i can't
beat the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink,
never been tipsy, i never will, truthfully, it really
ain't me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the
world confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you
can drink it down, but anger is all you got, I'll take
your advice, and grow up to be whatever the f** you're
not
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
(Esoterical)
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I take a
bottle, take a swallow, and follow my hopes to nowhere,
80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost
in the process of temporary memory loss, as I bury
every heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot,
and take another shot and just let my body drop, It's
like my static, or really just another escape, a friend
to numb the days that take too much for me to face, so
I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and waste a
night to let clear liquids k** my consciousness,
screaming at the walls as if they could f**ing listen,
too drunk to think, I can't even remember what I was
even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for good
luck to kick in, It's morning and I'm making
confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say
I don't have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm
almost convinced that I could follow through with it,
my solutions only make me sick, my caustic thirst
eventually hits quick, and I'm craving it like an
addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle choking to
swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I become
another form of tragic.
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the
world fall
I'm falin' fallin' apart, i'm fallin apart
Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the
world fall
(Esoterical)
I don't glorify what i do to escape, but i don't
completely regret it either. It's like Oscar Wilde
said, "To regret one's own experience is to arrest
one's own development. To deny one's own experience is
to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less
than a denial of the soul."