This self-control was a problem since always
I had to follow these urges
I'm not commanding these movements
I inhale, but not to capture the oxygen
Only pushing the breath to compress my chest
I feel disgusting having to repeat these motions
That defeat me, begging to release me
From these inexplicable rituals
That degrade me to an animal state where...
Reasons I've forgotten, you'll remain unnamed
No purpose, I'm guided by voices
I will control this, half-broken spirit with no hope to cure it, I swallowed pause, and lost all senses
Time would freeze, but made no sense when time
Release, would lose its function
I look to God to end this sentence
But nothing happened
I swallowed pause
?
?
I swallowed pause
Knock, knock, knock on wood
At a steady speed until my knuckles bleed
I can't stop - I guess the joke's on me
Because I'm on repeat and I'm a viewer's treat
Yes, it looks so damn nice in the movies
Some temperamental illness always needed as a
Necessary factor enabling real greatness
It's fucking bullshit, there's nothing great about it
There's no productive moments
It's just a life turned stagnant
There's not a single manic and melodramatic
Significance that can grow everything into
Something better than normal
No vibrant colours splattered on canvases
Glorified Hollywood biopics
We're [?]
We're just watching our heroes as they
Decay quite beautifully
I swallowed pause
?
?
?
I swallowed pause
I swallowed pause
?
?
?
I swallowed pause
I had to follow these urges
I'm not commanding these movements
I inhale, but not to capture the oxygen
Only pushing the breath to compress my chest
I feel disgusting having to repeat these motions
That defeat me, begging to release me
From these inexplicable rituals
That degrade me to an animal state where...
Reasons I've forgotten, you'll remain unnamed
No purpose, I'm guided by voices
I will control this, half-broken spirit with no hope to cure it, I swallowed pause, and lost all senses
Time would freeze, but made no sense when time
Release, would lose its function
I look to God to end this sentence
But nothing happened
I swallowed pause
?
?
I swallowed pause
Knock, knock, knock on wood
At a steady speed until my knuckles bleed
I can't stop - I guess the joke's on me
Because I'm on repeat and I'm a viewer's treat
Yes, it looks so damn nice in the movies
Some temperamental illness always needed as a
Necessary factor enabling real greatness
It's fucking bullshit, there's nothing great about it
There's no productive moments
It's just a life turned stagnant
There's not a single manic and melodramatic
Significance that can grow everything into
Something better than normal
No vibrant colours splattered on canvases
Glorified Hollywood biopics
We're [?]
We're just watching our heroes as they
Decay quite beautifully
I swallowed pause
?
?
?
I swallowed pause
I swallowed pause
?
?
?
I swallowed pause
( David Ramos )
www.ChordsAZ.com