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01/03/10, 10:31 PM
This is a song I wrote this afternoon while looking back on some experiences I had a couple years ago. It is about many things, including self-injury, guilt, alcohol, depression, but it is mostly about heroin usage and addiction. I hope you like it.
(to help you understand what the song might sound like, the decided genre of my band, Don't Quit Your Day Job, is progressive hardcore)
If a verse is surrounder by asterisks, ( *#*) it means that lyric is in screaming.
...
*Memories,
like shards of broken glass,
lay scattered across my bedroom floor.
Your touch
guides my feet.
I don't feel the sting of guilt anymore.
I walk,
through a sea of angry ghosts.
But I remain numb to their touch.
Your kiss
strengthens me.
It helps to fend off the bitter memories.*
Chorus:
Trace my veins. Stick your needles in my soul.
My thoughts will soon be under your control.
Run your fingers down my spine,
conjuring up that feeling of the morning after.
Take my pain. I'll never feel the same.
My mind is starting to go.
I've felt your sweet caress one too many times.
Is this slow-motion suicide?
*The hurt
I've felt so very long
had begun to take me, heart and soul.
Your voice
rang so sweet.
It made me feel as if I had control.*
-Chorus
Breakdown:
*Now I understand
It was you all along
manipulating my actions,
rendering me numb.
But to who am I screaming?
Does this letter have a destination?
Or will it return, bearing
a mark, stating 'return to sender?'*
This hurt I've felt so long...
*(I trusted you)*
I suppose I was wrong...
*(I trusted you)*
To trust the one...
*(I trusted you)*
Who made me so numb.
*(I trusted you)*
(to help you understand what the song might sound like, the decided genre of my band, Don't Quit Your Day Job, is progressive hardcore)
If a verse is surrounder by asterisks, ( *#*) it means that lyric is in screaming.
...
*Memories,
like shards of broken glass,
lay scattered across my bedroom floor.
Your touch
guides my feet.
I don't feel the sting of guilt anymore.
I walk,
through a sea of angry ghosts.
But I remain numb to their touch.
Your kiss
strengthens me.
It helps to fend off the bitter memories.*
Chorus:
Trace my veins. Stick your needles in my soul.
My thoughts will soon be under your control.
Run your fingers down my spine,
conjuring up that feeling of the morning after.
Take my pain. I'll never feel the same.
My mind is starting to go.
I've felt your sweet caress one too many times.
Is this slow-motion suicide?
*The hurt
I've felt so very long
had begun to take me, heart and soul.
Your voice
rang so sweet.
It made me feel as if I had control.*
-Chorus
Breakdown:
*Now I understand
It was you all along
manipulating my actions,
rendering me numb.
But to who am I screaming?
Does this letter have a destination?
Or will it return, bearing
a mark, stating 'return to sender?'*
This hurt I've felt so long...
*(I trusted you)*
I suppose I was wrong...
*(I trusted you)*
To trust the one...
*(I trusted you)*
Who made me so numb.
*(I trusted you)*