Losing Padriac
07/14/03, 03:02 PM
Hope you enjoy these. It's a better song to listen to, I promise.
A Poison Called Hope
I hoped tha one day when I looked in the mirror,
someone I loved would appear.
Around me, everything I've ever wanted or dreamed of falls apart.
I remember dreaming of waking up and not living a nightmare, but it seems I'm still sleeping.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently, floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach
This moment seems to last forever, but I never want it to. No one knows how it is to live and breathe pain, i know these tears will never dry. no matter what they say. Take this knife and trace the blue lines until I can't feel the pain.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach.
I lose all sense of reality, my eyes fade, and i become invisible to the world around me. A wonderful dream ruined by consciousness, I don't remember being born in such a terrible world.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach. It all fell apart before I could piece them together. Why do I spiral down?
I'm slowly falling down,
slowly falling down,
mayday, mayday.
A Poison Called Hope
I hoped tha one day when I looked in the mirror,
someone I loved would appear.
Around me, everything I've ever wanted or dreamed of falls apart.
I remember dreaming of waking up and not living a nightmare, but it seems I'm still sleeping.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently, floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach
This moment seems to last forever, but I never want it to. No one knows how it is to live and breathe pain, i know these tears will never dry. no matter what they say. Take this knife and trace the blue lines until I can't feel the pain.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach.
I lose all sense of reality, my eyes fade, and i become invisible to the world around me. A wonderful dream ruined by consciousness, I don't remember being born in such a terrible world.
inhaling a poison called hope, exhaling all of my dreams, so that I see them coherently floating around me, but I can't touch them, I can't reach. It all fell apart before I could piece them together. Why do I spiral down?
I'm slowly falling down,
slowly falling down,
mayday, mayday.