Six Feet Under

(专辑： The Tragedy Of A Clown - 2020)

Writing empty letters with yo name
Just to feel the same
Acid tear drops running down my face to feel the pain
I cannot fill void that goes deep inside my brain
I'm a vacant vessel that lurks in shadows locked and chained

What happen to the rose that bloomed inside of the darkness
It grew weary with petal fallings abandoned and cold-hearted
But either way regardless it was still clutching on hope
Wishing that sun find it shine on it and one day grow

Staring at the image of a monster in the mirror
Pointing out your insecurities thinking that you're disfigured
It gets clear you don't wanna be on this earth anymore
I say listen that cold-hearted rose and hope that you grow

The saddest thing is not see petal bloom and witness growth
Until u learn to trust anyone then you shall remain a ghost
Pushing all ya loved ones far away hoping they don't get close
Loneliness is what holds you and that's how it forever goes

Standing underneath the moon, inhaling these deadly fumes
Screaming while I'm bringing doom, ride until the king of gloom
Voices feed another tomb, listen [?]
Death will be coming here soon, selfish [?]

Standing underneath the moon, inhaling these deadly fumes
Screaming while I'm bringing doom, ride until the king of gloom
Voices feed another tomb, listen [?]
Death will be coming here soon, selfish [?]

Living in a loop not doing shit losing my brain
Self medicated inebriated runaway from pain
Just another lifeless soul walking around this cold earth
Wishing I could disappear and some days return to the dirt

Looking in a crystal ball and all I see is misery
My words are falling on deaf ears and no one's really hearing me
Stuck inside this box writing out my own obituary
Feeling like a phantom just stuck and bound for the cemetery

Pop another pill to try to numb and heal
Dancing with devils in circles not knowing what's really real
I'm gripping on the fucking steel looking down the barrel thinking twice
Life flashing before my eyes
The end has come so pay the price

I'm like a puppet and my strings are being pulled by vice
I keep telling myself things will get better and you'll be alright
Still clutching this knife hoping could see a bit light
I'm losing on my grip so I might not through the another night

Standing underneath the moon, inhaling these deadly fumes
Screaming while I'm bringing doom, ride until the king of gloom
Voices feed another tomb, listen [?]
Death will be coming here soon, selfish [?]

Standing underneath the moon, inhaling these deadly fumes
Screaming while I'm bringing doom, ride until the king of gloom
Voices feed another tomb, listen [?]
Death will be coming here soon, selfish [?]