I carry a void inside my beating heart
The beating of the drums seem to be slowing down by each minute
My void speaks to me like the old oak tree near my childhood home; it murmurs
But the thing is I don't have a childhood home
My childhood was stolen long ago
I turn to dust
I turn to dust and people try to pick me up but I slid right through their fingers
Years later
I manage to pick up the pieces but dust cannot be joined together
It's scattered
Like my beating heart
It's scattered and it raises me from perdition only to drop me back again
I want to love but I seem to be running out of time
But at the same time, im slowing down
Like an old woman who's waiting for death
But death doesn't come
She wants it to come
This world is broken and I'm reminded of that
Every single morning I pick up the paper
To see fire burning up happiness and people turning to ashes
There's a city that never sleeps but instead of rejoicing and drinking
It's empty
Once filled with the young, the innocent
The free
It's now a red cemetery
A prison
Unseen
The free are being tortured in cells inside their own bodies
Their own minds
Both outside and inside
So I tell myself I'll be okay
They are the ones who need help but
I'm a beast
I'm a broken beast but not really a beast anymore
It's a weak attempt
To cry out
But I don't want to cry out
I keep fighting with my own head
Because I want to be strong
But what is strength?
I kill
I kill my thoughts
By killing others
But I regret
I guess that means I'm normal
But it isn't normal for me
To break down others
In order to pull myself back again
But how do I stop
It's turning me into a person I don't wanna be
But I try
I try and I guess that's what really matters
That's what people tell me
But the walls keep shouting at me
Telling me to wake up
I'm in a dream
I'm in a dream I don't want to be in
It's an attempt to escape
From reality
But only in my dreams
There are monsters
Pulling me apart piece by piece
But I'm a beast aren't I
A weak broken beast
Is she good
Is she bad
She's stuck inside her head
I'm a beast of beasts long forgotten
It's scary when you
Scare yourself and kill
Not them but your own head
I'm a beast
Not really
I'm a human being
Not really
I'm a microbe
Insignificant but I matter
Wait, no that's what they want me to believe
But really
I am nothing
I am nothing.
The beating of the drums seem to be slowing down by each minute
My void speaks to me like the old oak tree near my childhood home; it murmurs
But the thing is I don't have a childhood home
My childhood was stolen long ago
I turn to dust
I turn to dust and people try to pick me up but I slid right through their fingers
Years later
I manage to pick up the pieces but dust cannot be joined together
It's scattered
Like my beating heart
It's scattered and it raises me from perdition only to drop me back again
I want to love but I seem to be running out of time
But at the same time, im slowing down
Like an old woman who's waiting for death
But death doesn't come
She wants it to come
This world is broken and I'm reminded of that
Every single morning I pick up the paper
To see fire burning up happiness and people turning to ashes
There's a city that never sleeps but instead of rejoicing and drinking
It's empty
Once filled with the young, the innocent
The free
It's now a red cemetery
A prison
Unseen
The free are being tortured in cells inside their own bodies
Their own minds
Both outside and inside
So I tell myself I'll be okay
They are the ones who need help but
I'm a beast
I'm a broken beast but not really a beast anymore
It's a weak attempt
To cry out
But I don't want to cry out
I keep fighting with my own head
Because I want to be strong
But what is strength?
I kill
I kill my thoughts
By killing others
But I regret
I guess that means I'm normal
But it isn't normal for me
To break down others
In order to pull myself back again
But how do I stop
It's turning me into a person I don't wanna be
But I try
I try and I guess that's what really matters
That's what people tell me
But the walls keep shouting at me
Telling me to wake up
I'm in a dream
I'm in a dream I don't want to be in
It's an attempt to escape
From reality
But only in my dreams
There are monsters
Pulling me apart piece by piece
But I'm a beast aren't I
A weak broken beast
Is she good
Is she bad
She's stuck inside her head
I'm a beast of beasts long forgotten
It's scary when you
Scare yourself and kill
Not them but your own head
I'm a beast
Not really
I'm a human being
Not really
I'm a microbe
Insignificant but I matter
Wait, no that's what they want me to believe
But really
I am nothing
I am nothing.
