Circles

Why am I wasting my days to breathe?
When there are only eyes on the gallows
Waiting to see, trying to feel
Waiting to start to heal

What could I do to face my fears
When my roots are growing in
I cannot find a way

Every second that I’m with my horrors
Who the fuck took my voice
The remnants of my moving tongue
Every second that I live my life

Times ain’t waiting for us to follow
While the thread is burning out
What is said now will never get done
Under the curse of this world

Every second that I’m with my horrors
Who the fuck took my voice
The remnants of my moving tongue
Every second that I live my life

I learn
To be dead behind the eyes
I learn
To be dead

Times ain’t waiting for us to follow
While the thread is burning out
What is said now will never get done
Under the curse of this fucking world

Am I dead?

Now that I’m wasting my days to breathe
I am disappointed

With broken knees I climb the stairs
Reaching to something behind that wall
So many nails have been scratching the door
But none of them, none of them
With broken knees I climb the stairs
Reaching to something behind that wall
So many nails have been scratching the door
But none of them will find the light