اگزیستانسیال

i'm not sick. in fact, i am the sickness.

and as my final act of love i will become an illness and spread my sickness through you so you can feel how i felt.

it takes so much sanity to get through this life and i'm afraid that i may have nothing left anymore.

this rage has taken hold of me, the pain won't let me let go of myself.

2:33 these waves, they keep crashing around me. the pain weaves a broken symphony.

reveal your guise. oh, you're so serpentine. i feel reviled, it seems it's all by design.

now i'm alone and it feels like i've lost all control. i need to go home and salvage what's left of my soul.

one day you will remember and wish to rip your head off to forget it.

everything is nostalgic if you're mentally old enough.

"one day i'll grow wings" and the next day they'll cut them from end to end, completely and thoroughly.

put me in a cage if you want. after all, i don't know how to fly.

the night before of the only escape and the morning after it.

yesterday was the day that i died.

2:37 in this world there's too much of my pain, and all my screams are again and again all in vain.