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20. FortitudeWhat i may lack is fortitude,I lack to deal with pain.What i may lack is gratitude,For good that isnt vain.When my sky she's falling in,I'll hide another day.For i cant do another sin.Just want to go away.I cannot heal another scar,none sollow scar or two.For i may lack the fortitude,To see what i must do.And i may lack endurace,endurace to stay and fight.When each random accurance,makes everything less right.When i lack all this fortitude.I know not what to do.For I have always pondered,whether missed a bolt or screw.When in the beginning,This wretched thing was made.Just to see what it could do,To see what would be slain.For i do lack the fortitude,To deal with much confusion.Oh too much in fears cold clutch.When my lifes an illusion.I'd like to run,To run and hide.From bitter sullen day.For its my time that i must bide.When pain wont go away.And i do lack the fortitudeto deal with what is real.So i will use translucent noose,To kill all that i fee
19. GrayRains pitter patter never stray,when my sky she is so gray.When the matter never play.For black and white have gone away.Now there is oh but a blend.When the sky shall never end.and my gray it will not stray.Till pitter patter goes away.Gray is the mix that we all need.For the difference need no heed.And the moon will end in day.Alas no sun just gray today.Sand will burn the single grain.For which we bared oh too much pain.When in the end theres only rain.To pitter patter through whats slain.And when the sky, she sucks you in.And nevermore she grows so thin.And when that sky she is so gray.The difference burns life all away.But nevermore will pitter play.To pipers tunes of hollow gray.
18. UnderThere is a line.Above my head.Im six feet under.But am i dead?Im still breathing,and i still feel.But nothing seems,like its real.There is a ground,that is my sky.Im six feet under.I dont know why.I have done nothing,to get all this.Im still alive.What did i miss?Im under your influence,You social drug.But theres no grave,That i have dug.Im six feet under.Not under the ground.Im still alive.No body found.Im under the laws,That they all keep.I never listen,To mindless sheep.My heart had died.But it did revive.In false pretences,Im alive.But i am under,What is found.For you find lies,Deep in the ground.But i am deeper.So deep under.Pick up a scapel.A mind to plunder.And you dig deep,Into your trench.I'll still be under.Your wretched stench.Im still beneath,The lies are true.Im am under,...But, Not under you.