I still have too long a life ahead
To get rid of these feelings, right?
I want to try doing over
The things I've left undone.
I thought I was running after
Something carried over from my dreams.
Yet I'm stumbling into people
On this narrow, winding road.
It's not like I want to go back
To the way things were back then.
I'm just searching for the sky
I've been losing.
Here's hoping you'll understand.
Stop making that sad face
As though you were a victim.
Sins don't end with tears
You have to carry the pain forever.
Who am I waiting for, in this maze of emotions
With no way out in sight?
I want to purge myself more simply
As if writing in a blank notebook.
What is it I want to escape from..
...Is it reality?
It makes me want to scream that we're alive
For things to come true.
Can you hear me?
I can't put up with playing it safe.
I've got nowhere to go home to.
I'm always grateful for kindness
That's why I want to grow stronger.
(I'm on my way)
I even welcome this pain
For the things I miss.

It will end, just not when you want it to/
We are not gods; we're bugs/
Smashing our faces on the window pane/
Stubborn disposition/
One of us will break, and it ain't me/
Bull with bloodshot eyes/
Seeing red/

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired/
I'm a one trick pony, acting like a unicorn/
I can't act, but they all play along/
Until I crash; I have no equilibrium/
And no-one can fall quite like me/
Look Mom, no parachute - I'm skydiving/
When I get down, it all comes up/
Like digging all the way to China/

I've lost fingernails since I've started to dig again/
I should know better; I feel like such a hypocrite/
The village idiot, a sellout *******/
If only you knew what I did... yesterday/
And loneliness will make you a victim/
I put the gun to my head, but you pulled the trigger/
Zombie; take another shot at me/
Fullmetal Alchemist, turn bullets into body armor/

FUNCRUSHER, BAD GUY, FUNDAMENTALIST/
NOT SCARFACE; PALESTINIAN SCARF FACE/
FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST/
TURN BULLETS INTO BODY ARMOR/

I'd **** for a breather, die from pollution/
Catch 22; unstuck in time/
Loops within loops... deja vu everything/
Given another chance, I'd fail yet again/
Ad nauseam; subtract annoyances/
I'm sick of your voice, stop talking/
There is no peace.../
In this skull; people in my grill/
And my sense of self keeps on mutating/
Boss level stress/
It will end, just not when you want it to/

FUNCRUSHER, BAD GUY, FUNDAMENTALIST/
NOT SCARFACE; PALESTINIAN SCARF FACE/
FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST/
TURN BULLETS INTO BODY ARMOR./