LostReality

We're so far into the shadows now, the world's been falling out, and we've been searching for the truth, demons chase us and we turn blue. Heroes and villians are all just lies, the television just covers our eyes, we see these stories of make believe, and try to fly away with a red cape, only to crash and burn and break, we're human and we make mistakes, only panic makes us seem better again. Soldiers and nurses all on parade, guns over shoulders they destroy the day, teaching us of wars and bombs that blow up, we begin to crave the power that makes me throw up. I'd rather bleed to death in the gutter, than live under tyrants

I was carried off on a stretcher, made for the weak and dieing, but I was pretty sure I was neither of the two... She stood above me, as her tears flowed, and all around I saw lights flashing, like bright stars above, and I felt my soul slip into the twinkling atmosphere, while the morphine attached me to wicked dreams, where I was nothing, and everything was something to fear. In my hospital be, I lay near death, and those around me showed they cared, with pictures of old memories, and flowers I'd never seen, it was a splendid time, cause it brought together people who didn't care about one another. Dreams sometimes were my

I watch dawn searching the horizon for hope, beauty slashed away by the echoing grey, the bleakness sweeps across the eyes, as the drops of pain fall from the dead skies. I hear the screams as they shatter the surrounding scenes, and give way to life without dreams, while the echoes still burst forth, leaving flames to follow behind, leaving nothing but dead minds. Everything fading into dust and ash, life has done nothing but crash, yet blissful arrogance kept us in the dark, and in the end we pay for the pain we gave away, we learn of the suffering, and in the echoes I cease to hear... And serenity no longer calls my name...

The slow rotting torment that builds inside, the pain that slowly kills our minds, we walk through valleys of shadows and lights, never seeing more than whats at our side. Life crawls at the speed of light, yet turtles are moving faster than all I see, and at the rate I'm falling, I'll be stuck in a hole in the middle of nowhere, left all alone to compare night and day, I'll be left alone to watch the stars as the last of them fade. Soft spoken paranoia slowly slips inside, I feel its little hands grasping me as I wonder, if everything is really as it seems, the paranoia slowly gets to me. I scream out for someone to hear, but

There's a hole in your heart where he put his gun, and fired his hatred straight through you. There's a hole in your heart where all the pain seeps through, and I watch as it slowly drowns everything about you. I wish that I could take it all away, but I know that I can't cause a piece will always remain, forever it shall stay.... forever you'll know the pain. I see your eyes as you cry, I hear the whispers of sorrow that holds you down, and I want to be there to hold you close, I want to be the one that repairs that hole... Cause he put it there and took away everything, I wish that he could feel all your pain, but nothing you

I'm an outlaw and a sinner, And a cold blooded murderer, Wanted for watching a man die from a piece of lead, That I lodged into his head, With a gun that made an ear-piercing echo that spread for blocks all around, And to think that I'd never met him before. I'm a runner on the lamb, With bright lights flashing whenever they recognize my face, And as I sprint away into the distant nights, I feel life slipping… I feel like slipping… In the dreams that I have, I re-enact the night I attacked, That lonely stranger in the melodies of my mind, The inner echoing of time itself ceases, And as the bullet seems to rain blood across the

In my apathetic dreams, I remember watching the sea as it turned red, With the blood of all the dieing, The endless wave of bodies, That crashed against the rocks of the cliff. And when I awoke, I saw through my window the sun rising fast, But when I took a step I seemed to have crawled into the past, And without luck I made my way into a new day, The haunting images of childhood, Still ringing with the halls of my head, Brought about a changing of emotions, That led me to dive into the ocean. Then through the sunshine I saw her eyes, And saw the pain filled tears that leaked from her for years, And with each passing second t

The hell this puts my shaky hands in, When they're wrapped around my throat, I gasp for life and try to remove my grip, but death holds me close, And as I slip into the outer dimension, I see a hand appear from thin air, And try to grab my hair to pull me back to safety, But I don't dare let this mystery pull me up from seeing Hades. Fire spread all around and as I touch the burning ground, Smoke fills the air and I cough out my lungs, And before I'm done I look to the sky, And on a platform miles high, Stands the judge ready to convict, I feel the noose around my neck tighten just a little bit, But before the gavel hits floor,

Gangsters sitting in their cool rides as the skies turn blue and gold. Astro Turf under curled toes of the rich that know no woes. Hopeless addicts under city bridges with needles gleaming in their eyes. Flashing lights as cars fly by on route to another drive by. Blood sparkling dim lit streets as yet another dream is crushed. This is our world, This is our life, And we are the ones who fuck up. Hypnotic beats in the club scene pulling teens to the ecstacy of ecstacy. Bums on streets due to endless abuse of alcohol as a tool of escape. Young guns running with gangs in hopes of finding a place to belong. So long dreams. Good

Fundamentally lacking in desire, watching the clock, listening to the tick tock, singing hickery dickery doc, barely noticing the world fall apart, as the dreams begin to stop. The masterpiece of bleach on dirty needles, as another kid gets addicted to smack, eyes roll into the back of his head, blank expressions following spastic seizures, as the overdosing explosion of vomit from the throat, chokes the air out of his body, as his so-called friends run off afraid to get caught, and have their pictures shot right before they're taken away to rot. What's the imagination of a doped up child whose world revolves around crack? And