stirring madness.
[a/n : well, lyrics for my band. this is my band's name, and that inspirated me to write about it. i would be happy if you comment and tell me what do you think about it. uhm..there you go..^^ ]
stiring madness
curled up in the very far corner of my room
sitting, hyperventilating, waiting for my doom
i don't know, i don't WANNA know a thing
i've heard enough of your ridiculous speech
i'm mad
i've pushed away my razor finishing my work
now i'm eye-connecting with my chest of drawers
inside i don't wanna do it but my legs won't obey
i'm fiding myself crying while crawling away
i'm dead
i just wanna make it
i just wanna break it
i just wanna pull it
i don't wanna use it
i feel it's getting harder and harder every time
wether to live or indeed just die in no time
my sweet escape disappeared infront of my eyes
i hear the sound, feel the smell, see the smoke-cloud
i'm sad
why can't i make only one thing properly done?
why do i have to always lose my guts?
i can't, i won't take it anymore like this
curled up in the corner and fighting a will
i'm mad
i just wanna get it
i just wanna pull it
i just wanna feel it
i just wanna make it
i lost my guts again like before
i don't wanna take it anymore
i just wanna get it
i just wanna end it
i just wanna feel it
i just wanna make it
i won't think
i'll just grab it
pull the trigger and make it
nobody can stop it
i was mad
now i'm dead
stiring madness
curled up in the very far corner of my room
sitting, hyperventilating, waiting for my doom
i don't know, i don't WANNA know a thing
i've heard enough of your ridiculous speech
i'm mad
i've pushed away my razor finishing my work
now i'm eye-connecting with my chest of drawers
inside i don't wanna do it but my legs won't obey
i'm fiding myself crying while crawling away
i'm dead
i just wanna make it
i just wanna break it
i just wanna pull it
i don't wanna use it
i feel it's getting harder and harder every time
wether to live or indeed just die in no time
my sweet escape disappeared infront of my eyes
i hear the sound, feel the smell, see the smoke-cloud
i'm sad
why can't i make only one thing properly done?
why do i have to always lose my guts?
i can't, i won't take it anymore like this
curled up in the corner and fighting a will
i'm mad
i just wanna get it
i just wanna pull it
i just wanna feel it
i just wanna make it
i lost my guts again like before
i don't wanna take it anymore
i just wanna get it
i just wanna end it
i just wanna feel it
i just wanna make it
i won't think
i'll just grab it
pull the trigger and make it
nobody can stop it
i was mad
now i'm dead