Inner Comatose

My curse is on the table
Allow the poison its choice of veins
Cause the numbness is inevitable
As a train - it comes screaming my name

Screaming…
I need this Russian roulette
I need the adrenaline pulsing
I need my heart to pound as my mind begs
To know if this bullets bluffing

Cause the slower I breathe
The easier it is to say I’ve lost my mind
But if I hyperventilate
My logic can’t catch on that I’m a madman

And if I know then the bullet knows too
Even more reason to never breathe slow again

The Bitter Tasting Cure

Cause the blood drips quicker then your lungs can breathe. Maybe there is saving in each breathe. But the breathing can't save the heart that bleeds quicker then a life saving breath. Fuck the hope of living then...
Come friend and taste the cure. The cure of the hopelessness we fight with our open fists of trust. We trust that the fear wont remain and turn the rocks of hate into dust. But fate brings us screaming to the end... The end where we endlessly lust.
We smile cause we can't chase the living ghosts out of us. And we trust.