8:13I want you tocry into my ninety-eight percentcotton shirt,just so I can finally knowwhat it would sound likeif you were vulnerable,If for just onceyou would lose control,scream so loudyou scare the birds away,then I could finally understand yourflaws,wrong-doings,come on,show me your bad side,I want to discoveryour intricatecerebral cortex,intimate thoughts,and your knowledgeable vortex,which contains yourwhy's and how's,do's and don'tslet's talkabout who you are,who you've always wanted to be,and see how you end up.
Defense Mechanismsall those long nights,staying awake, [barely]just to talk,what a joke.delirious visions follow you,guiding the faulty heart,if only there were no cracks, [no fissures]if more blood, [more oxygen]would lead the control center,you would realize,it was never real,he never cared,about the way you bite your pens,or even the sound of your laughter.If you make believe reality,your blinding fantasy,will not be what it seems.
TricksThe concept of reality fades.You could have done something,Anything,But can I really blame you,For my insanity?Afterall, I'm the one,Who thought you could be trusted.[He was just the jester entertaining the crowd]
Changethe wall papers peeling,it's nearly gone,[what memories it holds]only to be torn away,no matter how much you beg for it to stay,inching lower each day,such a painful process,[to watch all your hard work fade away]as it crumbles before you,nothing can be done about the issue,no tape will solve,it was just a matter of time,[fate always has wicked plans]you can't run from it,can't chase away this culprit,as everything comes undone,strange thoughts come to mind,[what did I do wrong]the answers are just out of range, eventually realization dawns upon you, things can change...
WishesI look up into the air,Wishing I were there,Clouds caressing you,The sky wrapping you in blue,Not a care in the world,Worries become unfurled,But life keeps me bound,Forever to the ground,I plan my escape,To leave this wicked landscape,Let's see how long I can hold my breath,While I wait for the gift of death.