3 acessos
Smoke, Mirrors and a Razorblade
See the smiling face of death approaching. I've seen it coming from miles away. The smiling face of death approaching. I've seen it coming from miles away. From miles away. White line that lies before me, while below it, a lonely face I see. For a short while this will make things alright, it's a deceptive feeling, I've realised.
Each breath I take reveals a dark side of me, best undiscovered. Unrealised. Flick of the skull tilted back to the sky, A moment passes, left wondering why.
Float so high above the troubles of this life, Sink so low with the struggle and the strife. Smoke, mirrors and a razorblade, in the morning light we vow to never do it again. 'Til the next morning comes and we've given up the fight. The search for Self, The search for meaning, universal wrong or right. Grey cloud disperses before me, Reveals the face I've grown to despise, and now it's dawned on me I'm in this alone. Feels like I've pulled the trigger, Doesn't matter. Dead on the ground. The embers burning, swelling, filling the air. My haven dissipates, Disintegrates. Flick of the skull, tilted back to the sky. A moment passes left wondering why. Float so high above the troubles of this life, Sink so low with the struggle and the strife. Sail away on the edge of a knife. Drown your sorrows in your drink tonight. Smoke, mirrors and a razorblade. In the morning light we vow to never do it again. 'Til the next morning comes and we've given up the fight. The search for Self, The search for meaning, universal wrong or right. Imaginary red line that lays before me. A path to destruction that ruins beliefs. Falling in to a wonderland where pain and death go hand in hand. Forever this will end my fight. The struggle for a pure freedom. A universal wrong or right.