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Living Witness

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Waiting at the scene of your murder. Watching there sharpening your knife Routine enslaved, my youth betrayed, stainless blade... Cut the vein release the guilt?, Or wear the suit. Get out of bed and button up? Get the gun box fire the shell. Witnessing your temples bleed and spirit leave, SHIT! I am late for work. Cost of life Cause of death drained until you flatline With traffic this way I will make it OK or fucking flip my car Cause a scene torch the dream Incinerate this lake of gasoline Deep Breathes... Inhale... I may make the news Or sink into my cube Separated from myself I see inside a mirror reflecting no one else The dreams we seek most we will not find Lets end this search and just take pictures of ourselves Horrified! I didnt set the flash This moment validates my existence. Will you be my witness Does this life hold any value, without the leering of the crowd? I just need a fucking witness. So I can feel proud Self Inflicted, Self Induced Eternal Coma sleep perfect Just dont forget your break at noon Because this your time to live DONT BE LATE Spill the blood Give into the madness To end this fucking war Maybe this will bring excitement And everyone will leave wanting more Maybe just one more car payment, Something to keep me going strong I dont need a fucking witness in my moment of weakness Take this snap, Live and document Just inflated skin, waltzing to the melodies of our own song But I can never seem to stay in tune for a whole song And as each day ends it brings another round in the chamber Point blank Range... Smell the smoke, Flash bulb burns, Spilled milk and blood Shit I am late for work Capture the blood red stained floor and write your feelings after If your death's not a success you may make friends And with this new frame in mind it's only a matter of time before you vacate the scene of the crime The only living witness, to a life's long living sickness Save me from this ignorance. Spare me all the decadence Or maybe I will take that new job, and tear a scar.