too late - to find the cure
the poison of my misery
it keeps me sane, it keeps me warm
don't fear - that I might drown
as long as this mind swims in circles
I won't see I'm all alone
don't wake me up
I feel alive, when I can rot
you may be fine, chasing your life
but I am not, no I am not
don't wake me up
I feel alive, when I can rot
inside my hive of broken thoughts
I feel like god, yes I am god
so please excuse my blashphemy
but I'm just so caught up inside o' me
that not even your god could set me free
my life is a dirty sketch
I keep the colours off the picture
to make a point that noone gets
so scared - to feel content
cause happiness would mean stagnation
serenity's creation's end
sink down - down ye old pond
cause at the bottom of the lake
the biggest fish waits to be caught
and though I still speak god-damn blasphemy
this is the only fitting way for me
a lowlife living his supremacy