Insomniac-x
11-28-2003, 11:15 AM
I conformed my mind to prepare to die, now i've forgotten how to live.
And returning to the world I loathed, not sure how to start again.
Although my wings have spread to fly, they're anchored to the ground.
The scars that kept my soul alive are now what holds me down.
When death became appealing, my clouded vision soared.
The spirit keeping my heart alive, now my sacred sword.
Prepare the coffin, not the grave, i need a bed to lie
Upon deaths edge to recollect the desperate tears i've cried.
Prepared to die my final fear, leaving the world behind.
My emotional captor, tremendous pain, the thether i lie beside.
So break the chain and end the pain, the anchor disappears
And i'll float to the sky, greeting death, cleansed of my lasting fear.
And returning to the world I loathed, not sure how to start again.
Although my wings have spread to fly, they're anchored to the ground.
The scars that kept my soul alive are now what holds me down.
When death became appealing, my clouded vision soared.
The spirit keeping my heart alive, now my sacred sword.
Prepare the coffin, not the grave, i need a bed to lie
Upon deaths edge to recollect the desperate tears i've cried.
Prepared to die my final fear, leaving the world behind.
My emotional captor, tremendous pain, the thether i lie beside.
So break the chain and end the pain, the anchor disappears
And i'll float to the sky, greeting death, cleansed of my lasting fear.