Prototype Prodcution

There..Are..Voices..Inside..My..Head

They tell me to cut myself

They tell me to behave

They tell me I'm the enemy

They tell me I will never be (Anything or anyone!)

 

And it goes all night long!

I'm playing on strings of flesh,

Sewn together by my egoistical wish to live,

To live and to serve!

And I wont let you stop the music!

I wont let you stop the music thats INSIDE MY HEAD!

 

Hear the flesh..

Smell the tears..

Break the bones..

Make them fear..

Mark the weak..

Destroy and then seek..

 

And to think I only wanted to live

In a perfect world,

Where no one can hurt me,

Where no on can notice me,

Where I'm not my enemy

 

And it goes all day long!

The music is inside my head

The music goes with me to bed

When I wake up, its still there

 

I'm salting the wounds..(Run!)

I'm stripping the flesh..(Just run..)

I'm lighting the fuse.. (I can't control it..)

I'm redeeming the soul.. (I can't stop it!)

And no one will mourn

Of

Whats

Left

Of

Me! (Pull the pin!)

 

(Goodbye..)

(Goodbye..)

(You'll never know how I felt..)

(But I can't let you see the hate..)

(In the end, this was my fate..)

(I stored in me all the demons..)

(That no one wanted to face..)

(I'm the prototype-Call me hate)

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As experimental as it gets. No editing, no thinking.

Enjoy it or not, Its there.

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