This is all a lie reaching in the dark.
I never tried but this isn't me.
My head is killing me.
What drugs do i take to make them go away.
And if i ingest these pills, what demons will awake in me.
I won't be sticking around.
I'm high as hell i won't come down.
Visions i am having seem to be all too real.
The warmth has taken over and i am not myself.
All feelings of guilt and doubt will have left me.
My head is a mile above the earth.
I will walk backwards and end up right in front of me.
These walls will drip and part at my will.
I own the sun.
I can make my own endings.
I have seen my end.
The crown!
My own fingers will break the jewels i create.
I will kill the crown that has watched over me.
I will hold my own severed head in my fuckin' bloody hands.
This is not how i expect it to end.
I'm a fucking sell out you should have known.
Did you fucking think i would last this long?
