I’m running on pure adrenalin
My darkest wish is to pour crimson
All over these empty walls
I’m struggling so hard against these calls.
Everywhere I look is full of memories
I’d love to be lost within the breweries.
I’m fighting the thoughts with my might
Although I’m not sure how long I can fight.
It would be so easy to give in to them all
They would be all so happy if I fall.
The voices scream at me to do so.
But the little voice that is me screams back “no”.
So small, so inaudible I can barely hear
So insignificant the noise is so unclear.
Can I make it with this little thought?
Or will I lose this fight I’ve already fought?
Disguising my distress with such smiles
Even though I’ve been sent to the exiles.
I feel so disgusting with just the thought of it
They believe I should sit and take the hit.
The real me can’t sit still any longer
So I’ll just give in and go on a bender.
Forgetting conscious thought and reason
Not even caring if I’m alone and beaten.
Until I come down and see the damage I’ve done
Then my heart starts to thicken
The guilt of my actions will have no affect
Because deep down, I’m just another reject.