The Devils Hands -

I guess I’m wasting my breathe

These bitter thoughts just hold me back in the end

And bring me closer to death

Making it sound as though this all should be easy

But I’m miserable in this skin

And no matter how I deflect

The mirror reflects my fears in the end

Just face it, the need for acceptance is present

So tell me why I always forget?

I never needed anyone in the first place

Judgment and opinions don’t amount to shit

All notions preconceived

I guess you figured me out

Never took the time to see what I’m about, so fuck you

And whatever you think

No time for the musings of sheep

Look down on me and what I go through?

You’re nothing motherfucker

I woke up hating today

More then the one before

Breathing is just a way to pass the time

Living has become a chore

I hate myself

Warm bodies

Plastic lives

Soulless intentions and bullshit vibes

Far from perfect, merely one with the hive

Wishing you had the guts to keep your dreams alive

The vision blurs, but I don’t forget who I am

High atop that horse, but you’re barely a man

We’re more similar then you could ever understand

We live, we bleed, we die at the devils hands

High atop that horse, but you are barely a man

We’re more similar then you could ever understand

We live, we bleed, we die at the devils hands

We die at the devils hands