The Color of Your EyelidsBeaming eyes and sharp tonguesRemind me of what side I'm onSadness pulls at your eyes and begs for tearsMr. Sun reminds you of the due date to your fearsAs this all comes at youThat blackhole you called a smileSlowly reveals the true identity of stressWhich puts our minds to a testWith each breath you waste a minuteLife is calling your name with open arms but has a few tricks up it's sleeveDeath just needs a handshake, it's hard to believeThe easiest thing you ever did was a handshakeToo bad it was your biggest mistake
CluelessNobody has any ideaI have no ideaYou have no ideaUntil it's too lateThen everybody has an assumption.
With This Last BreathSparkles fall from a dark black holeSome hope I'll never knowThis could be the end of it allThis could be the end for us allIf we all just killed the souls we weepThere'd be no room for fearSome could live for the first timeAnd that'd be enough to make us cryWithout this chopped green treeLife could be fun for allNo worry of human complicationsEveryone could stand tallBe proud and loud
CoughIn a hallway filled with nothingEndless walls growShouts echoYet nobody knowsYou've won the prizeInside my head on a lonely nightIf this isn't what you wantedThen what did you want?A rose to call a flowerWould smell as sweetBut that's underminingBeautyHush, as the dark encloses tonightSleep tight, and you'll be alrightTell me this is more than just a dreamWith such realistic featuresIt Scares MeBlood pumping at a hurdling paceThroats dry and reaching for the waterBut the closer I reach it gets farther and farther
Cement HeartsI like to make myself believeMy heart is made of rubberAnd I'm tougher than any otherBut I scare myself to sleepWith thoughts of demolitionAnd tears of intermissionI'm closed in a wall blocked roomNo door, no way to moveI try to push them downBut I'm no stronger than GodNot everyone believes in meI smell her cheap perfumeLook at what she did to youI see his rug-burned grinHis lips are made of sinShall we press "try again"Or is it worth it in the end?
'...But Fear Itself'They say I have high chances for this diseaseBut I inhale the bad regularlyNothing really bothers meExcept for the thought of reality
SpiderWebSpiders crawl through my veinsAs I sleep at nightLaying all their eggsTo reproduce the biteOf poisonous venomReaching for the lightSlowly fading awayDarkness closes in on my frightBeing swallowed wholeAs it whispers good night