•Cist•M• - the box called nowhere
 

the box called nowhere

The more i breathe the less i see you being alive :|
i hate myself, i degrade myself, i die inside :|
i love you too much to let you live, hurry, bite the cyanide :|
i'm high on life's high on death, there is no heaven, only the hollow steps :|
swallow that breath, wipe that tear, soon there will be no one left :|
you're blind to the blind's eyes whose sky is the brightest of them all :|
you admit you can't stand judgment, yet those you condemned seldom fall :|
and i crawl, 100% individual and zero gall, i hope you're happy :|
what i can do is real, what you did was false, what will be can't be :|
attack me, hand me my broken heart, leave me in the end :|
i'm satisfied with nothing, nothing satisfies no one, be my friend? :|
be my death, be the gun, lead my end, bleed my friend... bleed! :|
you'll love the sweet transcending of hate but i need a friend... please?! :|
i'm on my knees begging your god to let you free, don't cry :|
i've sacrificed all my youthful years to see your eyes :|
but somehow we're not good enough for this life... we lived in angst :|
if not the pill, at least pull the trigger, to you i give thanks :|
you bite, i collapse, we die and no one cares :|
roses fall, sympathy talks... welcome to the box called Nowhere. :|