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• Artiste: My Fictions
• Titre: Same Grave
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I don't know what to blame for why I shy away so much But I'm taking steps forward towards facing all of my faults Take my ego hostage; sign the ransom note as the holy ghost and bring my agnostic eyes to the pit of my chest, the sightline of my stomach because I can't digest a single thing about this place And when I die I won't know anything and it won't mean a fucking thing It's going to come down soon, I've been running scared I don't feel prepared Oh my sweet serene, don't I love how you've been watching me? I take the good with the bad, I guess, at least someone's watching, I validate my existence through self loathing And when I look at my life, it's a procession through fluorescent lights A synthetic sun I keep shying myself away from And when I think of all the people I've wronged I just want to be left alone But I'm forever stuck here to reflect You know I hate how I get but this distance is developing And I can't lie in the same grave for a week at a time in my ever-changing mind This destiny draws into a black hole and I'm circling the drain as I wait for the end Now I know why I'm afraid to die, I'm just so sick of crossing lines and I feel as if I fucking hate myself As if I can't relate to anyone outside my self To anything at all, so sick of building walls Like I scared my self out of it Because whenever I leave the house I just want to go back inside and I guess that's why I can't believe the myth that we are always moving forward