Atreyu - My Sanity On The Funeral Pyre




Paranoia is the insect worming its way through my subconscious thoughts.
It’s the larva of my self doubt,
Gestating in my heart as I spiral down.
And everything I touch is breaking
And it falls to the earth in splinters
And I shiver as every splinter finds its way
Underneath my skin.
And after 22 years I can still make my skin crawl.
Every shortcoming's a pitfall.
On my way to makin amends
Within myself to be (to be what I became).

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up.

I lick my wounds trying to cleanse the infection.
Rabid and diseased,
Reality fades away.
When I pushed myself too far,
A dream of emotional perfection
Has left a wounded heart.
Trying to perceive the gifts inherent inside me,
It’s like squeezing the trigger,
It’s like opening fire
On everyone who’s let me down,
On every beautiful lie that is (that is only fiction)

Sometimes it feels like the whole wide world has made itself my enemy.
But I will stand upon my own two feet and raise, raise my head up

For the first time,
I’m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.
For the first time,
I’m losing control and I like it.
Freedom feels like the noose is gone.

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