The Color Between Black and White
Insanity is the best when it's done,
as long as it doesn't end with a gun.
The kill switch is only a foot away,
you seriously think of using it one day.
Though you know it would be dumb,
it definitely would heal this numb.
Either way you'll be a failure,
I know you're begging for the cure.
Life is just a continuously shitty cycle.
You're not saving the world when you recycle.
Leather doesn't make you hardcore,
you have to have something more.
When fighting the system, you'll never win;
he'll always be laughing at you, with a stupid grin.
Destruction is used as your relief,
even though you know, the end is grief.
Shaking heads at the use of apathy,
did you actually think you'd find sympathy?
You think self hatred is the only answer,
but it slowly kills you like a cancer.
Put your head down and go to sleep,
it's the closest you'll get to six feet deep.
You jumped off a building - forgetting your bungee.
I burned you to ash and stir you into my coffee.
I do it as a sign of remembrance,
sitting here stuck in a trance.
You float with those once seen in your head,
I still can't believe you're dead.
I wonder if you're still hurting,
and with whom you are flirting.
I wonder if you chose the right cult,
yet if you didn't - it's not your fault.
"Crazy" was never your kind of word,
maybe it happened because there was no mother bird.
When someone said "jump" you didn't say "how high?",
if given the choice, you'd rather die.
Seeing nothing, doing nothing, being nothing;
All of the above made you something.
Life is so simple, they don't understand.
One day you'll come and offer your hand.
I'll take it, make you my imaginary friend.
Solving my problems until the end.
Grab your gun and fight my battle,
until I realize - it's me in the saddle.
For now I'm alone, waiting for my time,
with only one hill left to climb.
See you when I see the light,
here’s to hoping it's not too bright.