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Center of the StormThe center of the storm is where I belongEverything destroyed in my pathFrom a distance beautiful like a hundred sad songsUntil you look closer and see the aftermathThis is me sounding the sirens stay awayDon’t be the fool who stays and thinks they can surviveBecause everyone that’s came close to this storm has not been okayEven the person in the center of this storm isn’t aliveDon’t worry though storms always dieYou won’t always have to be afraidBecause after it dies it’s as soothing as a child’s lullabyI promise you’ll be happy you hadn’t have stayedThe storm is not worth the destruction and sufferingPlease leave and save yourself and let the storm fade awayBecause the person in the center storm will never be recoveringBefore it kills or hurts you please leave never get close runaway
Deja VuThick smoke in the airIt’s all too familiarStresses making you pull out your hairOne more failureThe oh so familiar sting of the bladeThe Reckless and uncaring actionsHopeless thoughts begin to invadeSo do all the old addictionsJust pick your poisonMany you’ve been a slave toIf lucky this time it’ll take you to the coffinHow will you ever be able to continueDéjà vu all over againExcept you have less friends then beforeIs it possible to stay afloat in the ocean of your sinOr is this the time you sink to the ocean floor
Caged emotionsAll the emotions caged deep withinThe key for it down even deeperSome still escape leaving scars upon the skinEach one added to the cage making me numberI pray you don’t find the key and open the cageFor if released they would surely eat you aliveI've barely survived it to this ageTo the bottom of me my cage now has surely divedWill the cage always act as a plagueWill I always have to carry it insideIf asked if I’m okay will my answers always have to be vagueOr will it stay until every part of me has diedThe horror of the cage will continueDestroying me from the inside outLooking for a release long overdueAnd I’m the only one on its route
My monstersMy monsters don’t live under my bedThey don’t try to hide they come at full force when they wantMy monsters live in my head There’s nothing more they love to do than hauntHoping to make me self-destruct from the insideRipping their way through anything they canEvery day trying to keep the rope around me tightly tiedWhispering to my mind you’re a dead manAlways there hovering over every thought trying to get inWaiting for the day I give up the fightTo sink me lower then I’ve ever beenTo get that suicidal fire to igniteMaking my bones trembleThey scream and howl for me to give inmaking each breathe barely breathableBegging for me and them to become one once again
If the walls could speakIf the walls could speaknightmares would fill your mindthe soul that dwells there has a certain mystiqueyou will see insanity clearly definedbeware of the voices that whisper thoughts of his headpictures of his horror making your bones tremblecould you take seeing all the warm gushes of redsee his world a place unimaginablewatch your step for the pieces of his shattered heartor his demons lurking in the floor belowlook at how he made his body a canvas for razor blade artsee his river of pain overflowthe day these walls speakwill be a day you will dreadcertainly tears of blood would run down your cheekthe day these walls speak turn away your head