Wasted by Tormance
We all die but I’m only afraid of this side
We all try to succeed but it seems like losing time
The enemy, no reason for anyone to climb
Above their brother and smother him like a child when he cries
Gasping, grabbing for breath, clawing their neck
No talking, brawling for best, stalling what’s next
The only way to be certain I’m not the one who needs curing
I’m learning the patterns it’s just my kind of insurance
I writhe in my hurt while writing the nicest of verses
But meditation takes pain away and so crisis averted
The Sun light’s burning my eyes, fiery heat of a murder
Or could be colder than ice just like the killers you’ve heard of
Who for some reason get prime time, the information lime light
I spent too many hours reading bout them now in hindsight
And I might’ve been to blame for my depression true lies
And in my eyes, beauty, I don’t know why you try to cry
Life is waiting for you praying you’ll collect yourself by night
You gotta fight and stand your ground I wanna see everything alright
Because beauty is you and me taking life to new heights
But I still don’t have a clue, I don’t know why you try to cry
Or idolize cyanide or think you get a free ride
Drink and you get left behind, have yet to see your prime
Weary eye, nearly, tried, die yearly, seem fine
Listening to a mind called “Will never be high”
Still I decline to raise my soul up
Waste time even though I
Know I know better but
Please excuse me for complaining about your playing
But I learned recently that I just prefer to weigh in
Got it from a message of expression from 80s
And now it’s common knowledge e that souls need saving
I keep braving the odds of reincarnating
So I could waste days on video games and dating
It kills me how I continue to divulge in these interests
What I need to do is take my mind and knock it off the hinges
Hop the deepest I’ve ever been in my own consciousness
This psychotic wandering, tryna find a positive
Want something to astonish me or move me like astrology
Gotta make a promise and prove to me it’s not to be
Heard he couldn’t discern fiction from reality
Geez, if that’s the case then I’ll have what he’s having
Perfect this is just what I was searching for, exactly
The adverse is weed takes my dreams back from me
Decisions start happening am I glad being all about this
Or would I rather be seeing all around it
Either way I’ll be astounded when I reach my next life
Because I won’t see, I won’t know how I tried
Don’t cry, I won’t even know where I was at but
I’ll prolly feel inclined at all times to react, huh
Unless I get the skill set to see back, Cleopatra
Back from the dead and coming atcha, that’s nuts
Still I decline to raise my soul up
Waste time even though I
Know I know better