Goth Scene (страница 3)

I feel so out of place
I cannot show my face
How could it be
Does anyone like me?
They leave me far behind
I think they must be blind
No one can see
It's like they stare through me

How can you treat the world this way?
Watch others suffer while you play (I'm transparent)
You stare with pure insanity
You missed what's really inside me (How could it be)
I pass into the other side
Where there is nothing left to hide (Does anyone like me?)
And I can roam and wander free
I think I found eternity

Alone I start to cry
But no one wonders why
I'll never bleed
I feel like I've been freed
The world just passes by
And tramples where I lie
They'll never see
The love inside of me

I'm transparent
How could it be
Does anyone like me?

How can you treat the world this way?
Watch others suffer while you play (I'm transparent)
You stare with pure insanity
You missed what's really inside me (How could it be)
I pass into the other side
Where there is nothing left to hide (Does anyone like me?)
And I can roam and wander free
I think I found eternity

I'm transparent
How could it be
Does anyone like me?

I'm transparent
How could it be
Does anyone like me?

There's so much wrong in your life
and you wish you could turn back time
no time for sorrow, no time to regret
you're drowning in the sands of time

But life goes on day by day,
and all your faults will remain.

You walk away,
you walk away.
from the place you loved before
without me there is nothing,
that will make you stay.

You walk away,
you walk away.
from the place you loved before
you won't look back,
'cause there's nothing more for you to say.

You keep all the memories in your heart.
You know they will keep you from being free.
You walk with the devil deep inside,
as long as you're not able to forget

Lying in bed
With a gun to my head
I am slumberless
Memories seep into fathoms of deep
Disillusionment
Pillow of red
Futile thoughts never said
It's all gone

Take it away
This sadness
And pain
Heart grown cold
Through tales of old

Funeral feast
Bringing violent beasts
To the parlor floor
Fortune and fame
Will not be quite the same
It's an open door
Nothing to give
Nothing to get
Make it stop

Did you hear her
Pull the trigger
Never knowing
Blood was flowing
Down, down, down, down

Poetry page
Showing nothingness
And rage
Death is my home
Where I shall roam

In the land of destiny
There is a void that can’t be felt

We negotiate starvation
In the land of milk and honey
We live in opulence and decadence
And yet it’s not enough

Praising our deficiencies
We’d rather close our eyes than see
Gorging is much easier
If we can look the other way

In the lap of luxury
The house of cards will fall

We drown in wine
And you in water
The die is cast
Our eyеs can see

Shout at the voices
They will not bе heard
Shout at the voices
They will not be heard
Shout at the voices

In the lap of luxury
The house of cards will fall
I’m your toxic symmetry
Break and correct, break and correct me

Break and correct me
Break and correct me

Praising our deficiencies
We’d rather close our eyes than see
Gorging is much easier
If we can look the other way

In the lap of luxury
The house of cards will fall
I’m your toxic symmetry
Break and correct, break and correct me
Break and correct, break and correct me
Break and correct, break and correct me
Break and correct

Drink with me
To share the weight,
Speak to me
with an open heart.

It's all the same,
If we don't try.
Forget the dream,
I'm lost inside.

In solitude
I hit the ground,
Peace of mind
Remains unsound.

We can let go
With open arms,
Don't paint the picture
That you need,

Find answers
To what I don't ask,
Bring back the kindness
To your mask.

You tire my heart,
You steal my wings,
Anywhere
I lay my head.

The waning moon in
A turbid night sky.
The strident voice with
Unending feedback.

There were flimsy excuses,
There were hundreds of stories,
There were loose ends, untieable,
There were obvious head fakes.

There were
Plenty of warnings,
You've seen it coming.
I'm really sorry,
You're not conforming
To the escape plan.

The glistening sun in
The hungry morning.
Suburban idyll
All drenched in sepia.

Homogeneity
The proper choices,
Fading reminders
Your dreams mean nothing.

There were landfills of data,
There were gigabytes, terabytes,
There were attacks from all sides,
There were obstructed exits.

And there is
Your stagnant heartbeat.

There were
Plenty of warnings,
You've seen it coming.
I'm really sorry,
You're not conforming
To the escape plan.