Blinded

(Blinded by the light of darkness, building binds is an art of faithfulness.)

(Paradise is it all just lucid?)

(Canonized because life is ruthless.)

(Dying twice from the love of cupid, mixing pills because I’m fucking stupid.)

(I’m standing still cuz I feel like shit, I’m lonely but I’ll get over it.)

Am I losing it (uh) Am I losing it?

I feel so god damn alone without it and it’s so fucking hard stuck fighting it. (Uh)

I am losing it, I am losing it.

I feel so alone without the drugs to mix (yeah)

I felt so alone when I was left playing connect. (Four)

I don’t know what decisions to make anymore when everything I decide ends up a big mistake just like before (Yeah, yeah)

Hypnotizing Paradise, crystal balls cold as ice.

See them in her eyes!

Fool me twice and now I die.

I loose again, now I’m a sacrifice.

a Sacrifice, a sacrifice.

Bleeding from the eyes because they are full of lies.

Bleeding from the heart, are you satisfied.

Crying from the fear of being left alone.

Crying because I hear her tears through the phone.

I’m sorry everybody but maybe it’s time to mourn.

because I cannot do this all alone!

Because I can not do this on my own.

Stared down by red eyes and demon horns.

I really wish I could just return home.

But to me I have no home.

Blinded by the lights of darkness, building acts can be really flawless.

Lucidness, it’s all fucking lucidness.

Over my heart lays a brutal fucking curse and overtime it’ll get extremely fucking worse.

Overtime I feel like I’m going berserk.

Or overdose, whichever one comes first.

Whatever. I die so I guess it was my turn.

Whatever. I cry but I hide it because you don’t need to learn about what’s going on my head.

Im too sad to be happy.

Drugs are my escape outta reality.

But please don’t do as me.

Overtime drugs turn on you eventually.

Can’t you see.

Can’t you see.

What the drugs are doing to me.

They are killing me with such ease just to make me feel increased.

So you don’t wanna be like this.

I know it’ll hurt when I am missed.

But again over time people move on from that shit over time.

You can not stop it when I’m out of time and I will never be in my prime.

Might have been just a love crime.

Whatever I’m out of time.

Hypnotizing paradise, It’s all fake and full of lies.

Right now it’s my biggest vice and I’ll come back to life like I always do.

Might be a sacrifice, for life or two.

I will pay the price for the life I chose.

There is no paradise and you know it’s true.

Laugh it off, Pop it off. Sip it back and relax.

Smoke n cough, breathe it off and take flight, that’s a fact.

Cry and mourn, it’s just the storm. Time to take a little nap.

Slit where the bracelet is to feel a lil more.

Put out a cigarette on your skin to feel reborn. Battle scars and love scars hurt more because they remind you of what you did to yourself before.

No more cuts please.