Slow Fade
I don't want to remember anything
When it began
Or when it ended
Left silently in the comfort of my cave
No answers to the questions
Of how and why
can remember anything
Am I well
Or am I Ill
Locked in my mind
A chance to be free
Prisoner of will
I wont let me be
The song keeps playing in my head
The cars, drive
The slow fade
Slow pain
Resort living
This padded room
Can't hurt my self
This hand of doom
One week ago
I was somewhat normal
The fact that I
Felt comfortable in the pouring rain
Then you left without a trace
Without a warning
Like the tornado running through
It does not end
I tried to look for a new beginning
But everything I saw was you
The medication
Creates this new kind of dimension
Your Image is just broken
glass on the floor
And there I try to fix it all
And this that's left cuts deep and thorough
In a vision I can hear you calling me
A voice that calls me near
It says "put it to your temple, freedom comes from the release of your pain"
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