Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The ecstasy of my dejection
The paradise of my despair,
Darkening my skin, I guess it's fair.
I grasp at stolen moments,
Impressions that seldom make a dent.
Don't fall too hard, don't break my heart.
Don't stab at my sense, don't fall apart.
It'll all come back, all life is a circle.
Cut off my air, my face turns purple.
Just let me down, just let me die,
Just let me swim in the tears I cry.
Remind me of how I belong to nothing,
And listen, as I start to feel the sting.
The loneliness gets me, I cry in corners,
My life just died, I'm yet another mourner.
I cannot drive, I have no force.
I'm feeling so bad, I'm feeling remorse.
There's pain in my eyes, a tear in my soul.
Subsistence has begun to take its toll.
The voices are calling, they tell me to stay.
But I want to be gone, don't want to decay.
Tread upon my fears so true,
Cut off my scrutiny, don't misconstrue.
For the darkness comes when I call,
And it's adding up, I feel the thrall.
Borrowed time is running out,
The flood is coming to end the drought.
I thought my plans would cease my mind,
Inside this box I am confined.
Don't let me out; I've got the knife.
I'll end it all; I'll take my life.
I'm running loose, I cannot see
That all my dreams are just debris.
I'm looking for your helping hand,
You took it away, I don't understand.
You promised me, you swore, you'd always be there,
Instead you've forsaken me, the paradise of my despair.
July 17, 2006
Suge
Darkening my skin, I guess it's fair.
I grasp at stolen moments,
Impressions that seldom make a dent.
Don't fall too hard, don't break my heart.
Don't stab at my sense, don't fall apart.
It'll all come back, all life is a circle.
Cut off my air, my face turns purple.
Just let me down, just let me die,
Just let me swim in the tears I cry.
Remind me of how I belong to nothing,
And listen, as I start to feel the sting.
The loneliness gets me, I cry in corners,
My life just died, I'm yet another mourner.
I cannot drive, I have no force.
I'm feeling so bad, I'm feeling remorse.
There's pain in my eyes, a tear in my soul.
Subsistence has begun to take its toll.
The voices are calling, they tell me to stay.
But I want to be gone, don't want to decay.
Tread upon my fears so true,
Cut off my scrutiny, don't misconstrue.
For the darkness comes when I call,
And it's adding up, I feel the thrall.
Borrowed time is running out,
The flood is coming to end the drought.
I thought my plans would cease my mind,
Inside this box I am confined.
Don't let me out; I've got the knife.
I'll end it all; I'll take my life.
I'm running loose, I cannot see
That all my dreams are just debris.
I'm looking for your helping hand,
You took it away, I don't understand.
You promised me, you swore, you'd always be there,
Instead you've forsaken me, the paradise of my despair.
July 17, 2006
Suge
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The ecstasy of my dejection
The ecstasy of my dejection