The thirst for the numbness drives me, focusing all thought into what I see. It's rhythm and beat sings out, calling to me clear without doubt. as I weave and dodge, let's make the bag dislodge. hands bloody from the physical strain even as I burn with my anger untamed.
I need this release maybe it won't obtain peace but I got that drive and I just had to dive I can't be alive maybe next I'll sky dive.
It's that constant beat that prevents me from taking a seat The pumping blood pouring out like a flood.
I can't really see what it means to let go
without a thought to lose mind and kind
so I need that something to just show
and i need whatever just to find
that burning feeling
that's what I need
maybe one day i'll be kneeling
but now i think I just need to be real.
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