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creation for death
these voices
they tell me
where i should be running to
i search high and low
for anwsers
lay these burdons i carry to rest
i cant carry this weight much more
the more i try the father i fall
and now its down with all
these voices scream into me
this life is taken from me
i lost my faith to society
i lost myself to my own stupidity
these voices scream into me
far away from me
ever-haunting
never-ending
never sure, sure of one thing
i was created to die
the new world
2nd order
watching this forever-lasting circle
but yet never understanding farther
farther then my own fingertips
i feel the fire in me
its building up within
but it always builds up to
go out in a puff of smoke
these voices scream into me
this life is taken from me
i lost my faith to society
i lost myself to my own stupidity
these voices scream into me
far away from me
ever-haunting
never-ending
never sure, sure of one thing
i was created to die
im always asking why
forever asking why
im always asking why
i will always be lost to myself
these voices scream into me
this life is taken from me
i lost my faith to society
i lost myself to my own stupidity
these voices scream into me
far away from me
ever-haunting
never-ending
never sure, sure of one thing
i was created to die
We know we feel different. Having a label applied to us may make help easier to find, but it doesn't make us feel any better.Depression too often walks hand in hand with a deep sense of helplessness.
-An Old Friend
phil, awesome job, but you were not created for death.keep postin i lve readin your stuff