06. Grimson Tears

(Chorus) days are red razor's end with tears of bloodshed the soul of mine inside has a age beyond eyes plagued in poverty & have been for a long time search deeply in my eyes & my hell you will find keep telling yourself ya care but without action it's not there I can't be mind-fucked cuz my mind is too dirty feeling like I'm 300 when I'm supposed to be 30 I trust nobody in my circle it's all an X now rituals are what draws the heavy tears with death sounds I no longer know my purpose to take a breath now I'm hollow as a drum I try to beat my stress down I tell everything to my gun it's my therapistol in foreign torment with violent wind whistles my reflection in the moon in the form of a silhouette world of deterioration up & down right & left I dream of bliss & I wish not to wake up my lost soul screaming dry heaving I take some my fantasies nail me injure me hospital shit give myself a tip when these hollow points hit my ending is fucked up like Mulholland Drive I reached & fought & struggled but I couldn't stay alive I used to feel you with me now I feel the disappearance I feel you diss me left me quickly death had to come for me always had a special invite opinions & lectures telling me how to live life judge it but I tell it how I honestly feel therefore we know how it's honestly real eyes are windows to the soul I closed mine caught between the confirmation of death & affirmation of life fade away like a memory but it's still here for the time corrosion in my mental too much wear (where) & tear to find everywhere I go whatever I do in all directions facing shut locked doors vast amounts of rejection these are omens like Damian that I've gone crazy with full life of emptiness a disease that made me sick abandonment is endless but you can keep pretending last paragraph of prison life I cut down the sentence This song is the healin', Portrait Ov A Villain "Everything I love in my life goes away...."