Life and death, inseparable

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Life and death, inseparable

Life and death, inseparable Time compressed and measurable I've never been the type That can just let go But I'm good at disconnecting And dissecting myself Into a billion tiny pieces Fragments of infinity Spinning Insync and beginning To reconnect with the synergy Of friends family and enemies All belong in this endless scene I keep falling asleep in dreams And forgetting to wake up to reality I'd rather just imagine I'm free Than actually be capable Of fully opening up my wings And singing phrases of peace Love and harmony I want these words to reflect a stronger me Than the person tripping constantly Across floor boards to broken doors I'm just happy I fit between the frame And can learn to sit beneath the flames That grow obnoxious as my ego Trying to conquer and be more honest to people But everybody seems so complicated And obligated to make things more complex Than it has to be i believe in cult suicide And depression questioning what's and who am Is Under the influence usually high All alone in beautiful skies blowing smoke To disguise my hopeless blue notes Behind eyes I'd rather close than use most of the time I'm plentiful of empty holes in the brain cells I beat against my skull

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Life and death, inseparable Time compressed and measurable I've never been the type That can just let go But I'm good at disconnecting And dissecting myself Into a billion tiny pieces Fragments of infinity Spinning Insync and beginning To reconnect with the synergy Of friends family and enemies All belong in this endless scene I keep falling asleep in dreams And forgetting to wake up to reality I'd rather just imagine I'm free Than actually be capable Of fully opening up my wings And singing phrases of peace Love and harmony I want these words to reflect a stronger me Than the person tripping constantly Across floor boards to broken doors I'm just happy I fit between the frame And can learn to sit beneath the flames That grow obnoxious as my ego Trying to conquer and be more honest to people But everybody seems so complicated And obligated to make things more complex Than it has to be i believe in cult suicide And depression questioning what's and who am Is Under the influence usually high All alone in beautiful skies blowing smoke To disguise my hopeless blue notes Behind eyes I'd rather close than use most of the time I'm plentiful of empty holes in the brain cells I beat against my skull

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