Jun 03, 2008
Struggling through the shit
Clothes torn to shreds
Cruising around for the next hit
Surrounded by people with empty heads
No one to talk to
No intelligence to be seen
In the distance a silent "Fuck you!"
Its enough to make you scream
Why cant they see?
Why cant they understand?
Why do they continue doing these things to me?
Why must I be forced to take a stand?
Get away from me!
I'll kill you!
Get off of me!
I have a gun!
And still I cannot get away
The streets turn black
I will live to see another day
The river runs red
Its not me who will end up dead
I open my eyes
Its all been a dream
Alone with no one to hear my cries
No one to hear me scream
My hands run red
My hands torn from jagged nails
No one is dead
My mind on rails
Speeding into oblivion
My soul fleeing for safety
I am now Hyperion!