Where I go from here is left up to the one who
projects my path. Believing i have a future only means
that im admitting to having a past
its something that i just cant do.

I wish i may, I wish i might
go to sleep and forget this night
but the days aren't any better 
so if my soul screams in an empty room
and no one is there to listen does it
have a voice?

Because tonight is the night i drown myself
in tears blood and alcohol.
My heart burns at 93 degrees
but my flesh is cold
the perfect paradigm

My song is worth writing
but makes no sound
when def ears fill the room
The ink on my body is only
a facade to cover my wounds

The artistic way of saying
i hate you

Is this payback for that one time
where you were free
and i was blind?

the summers mind state has
been chilled by the ice like
vessel i have grown to know as home