Consciously Dead / Unconsciously Alive
Type-A addict in a rented mirror,
rustic fatality in a golden year.
Break away, consume the cheer,
cast the last apathetic leer.
Injest the blinding mental guard,
Digest a sacred life of charm.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, but unconsciously alive.
It's not withdrawl that's dropped me here,
My euphoria's been lost for years.
This ecstacy's a mental dream;
a temporary seclusion creme.
This melancholic selfish cry,
screams to this life and waves goodbye.
A motivational, blinding lie,
leaves the lucid back to die.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
Can't tear the seam of Satan's grasp.
Negatively enthused; too dead to crash.
The strings of love can't bind this tare.
Positively welcomed, neutrally percieved.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
Too consciously dead to nuture my cries;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
More melancholic dread than they'll ever derive;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
rustic fatality in a golden year.
Break away, consume the cheer,
cast the last apathetic leer.
Injest the blinding mental guard,
Digest a sacred life of charm.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, but unconsciously alive.
It's not withdrawl that's dropped me here,
My euphoria's been lost for years.
This ecstacy's a mental dream;
a temporary seclusion creme.
This melancholic selfish cry,
screams to this life and waves goodbye.
A motivational, blinding lie,
leaves the lucid back to die.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
Can't tear the seam of Satan's grasp.
Negatively enthused; too dead to crash.
The strings of love can't bind this tare.
Positively welcomed, neutrally percieved.
Cut the bindings on your heart,
re-new this life of priceless art.
Constrict the bleak hours,
Cast apathy aside;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
Too consciously dead to nuture my cries;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.
More melancholic dread than they'll ever derive;
Consciously dead, and unconsciously alive.