Counterpart

Eyes wide
Pounding heart
Sweaty sheets
Ripped apart
Frustration
Take another hit
Feel the sensation
I don’t got the patience
Another night new location
Yet the still same old vibrations
I see the beauty in the rain
I see the beauty in the snow
I see the beauty in the pain
It’s all a part of the show
Reaching out and dying slow
Gave up on the things that I used to know
I’m all woe and vertigo
Head looking down at the floor
It’s what the know me for
Am I an outcast or a fucking slave?-
To a system with a lack of brains
It’s a cold world so I keep burning
No worship no lord
No tables for you to be turning
No loss no reward
I’m not living for today
I’m not living for the weekends
I’m not living for the months
I’m not living for the seasons
I’m not writing for approval
Not taking shots at any weaklings
I’m just giving proof to death
That I had some fucking meaning
The future will be in the past eventually
Feel the moment this the only air I breathe
Desensitized by the lack of change
And lack of control that I’d rather dream
Instead of feeling deranged
But when you lay in bed and can’t fall asleep
You question why you try to think
Instead I write ‘til I run out of ink
Then crumble the pages
Splash my face with the water at the sink
Feel like I’ve been up for ages
Just understatements I’m out of touch I’m out of sync
I’m out of touch I’m out of sync
«And the Christian word for sinning, in Greek is Αμαρτάνει, which means to the
miss the point»
Sometimes I hear the phone when it ain’t going off
4:30 should be sleeping but I don’t give a fuck
And I know you been pushed over
And I know you’ve had enough
But I can’t just take that shit lightly
Can’t just be shit 'outta luck
I need for you to speak up
We used to talk about our lives
And now all you do is letup
We getting high to just get by
Hoping it’ll purify
Take a hit of the poison
Well lay right here ‘til the sun comes up
We don’t got no fucking reason
To ever move again no
Well keep the door shut
I’m just trying to hear your voice
And stories ‘til we turn to dust
I found a place we can rot together
We can share a seat- just sit tight -just stay near
I’ll hold you close so that there’s nothing to fear
But what’s forever if one of us dies before the other
Epitome of me and only me
I’m trying to put words to a color
Some days Indigo some days Tiffany-
I just had an epiphany; that well never gets back to that infancy
So rigid, yet lacking validity
'Cause all I feel is neoteny
But I can’t avoid the toxicity
So flick the lighters
Light the fire
Flick the lighters
Light the fire