I see nothing but dead people, nothing that feels, nothing real, everything fake. How many days of this game is gonna go on until you finally admit to the pain you made from not believing anything I would say. You added so much weight that others seen like the clearest day. They added to it, knew I'd never know the choice to make. Is this to kill or save? Replicate or educate? Instigate or amputate. Feels like all of it, just a cruel tragic way of saying I don't even matter. I’ve been falling through the whispers while believing the damage. Every heartbeat feels like static, every instinct turns manic. If I break, don’t try to watch me — I’ve been drifting, hiding the steps. All these ghosts holding my head, trying to lead me to where they think is best. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — and the walls hear the call. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — if the world want me standing, then I’ll just have to learn to love the fall. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — I’ve been falling, falling, falling — Pissing through the days and time of my life just analyzing everything that was said — is it you, is it me, maybe it's my friends, or maybe it's him. Made it a trend. Maybe I'm him, maybe I'm it. Just a point to the clown that had to learn code and atomize my pride and every piece in my life, until there's no chance at peace. Or survival. (Woah) You made this man inspire himself just to turn dire and tired of hauling this fire that is breaking down and maculating. Thought we were tight, but you just trying to change my ways, the way I think and my thoughts till you manipulate the plot — maybe ’cause I'm a lot, also on your plot. But this is where it all goes wrong. What do I got left? Drugs, family, friends, love — (DEAD) none. What do I actually want after all this? A fix, maybe a drill bit, or admit to this new twist, instead of giving me new tics and feeling like a nuisance. Both sides refusing, just a ticking time bomb with no conscience. (ghost choir: Ohhhhhhhhh) At least I got my thoughts — shit, didn't even notice experience has an influence. Can't even tie the noose and move how I really want to now ’cause still in the basement. Can't even stand up straight, irritate until I'm dead in the face. Take away all you can take. Is this helping, or selling it until there's nothing left but suicidal thoughts dwelling. No way of telling if this is the truth, no way of telling if this is a lie. Gone, and I'm bending intentions of meaning to silence the weapon until you finally see my perception that I'm tired of playing detective They killing my heart while taking my health hiding in silence an watching my notes This is the fall, This is my fault. Here's what I wan't. Just let me fall. I don't need up lifting, from some one who knew I was broken since upbringing Ears ringing, hearts breaking while the priest is sining. I’ve been falling through the whispers while believing the damage. Every heartbeat feels like static, every instinct turns manic. If I break, don’t try to watch me — I’ve been drifting, hiding the steps. All these ghosts holding my head, trying to lead me to where they think is best. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — and the walls hear the call. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — if the world want me standing, then I’ll just have to learn to love the fall. I’ve been falling, falling, falling — I’ve been falling, falling, falling —
