This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
Just another beginning to an end. We walk through this life knowing of our mortality yet most live everyday as if they would never die. There's a song that is singing in the back of your head, you realize it's your thoughts speaking to you in whether you listen to it or not. But when you do, you will not acknowledge the fact sometimes deliberately denying it. And when you don't, you will remember and you will regret. You fear the voice as much as you long to hear it whispering nothings.
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady something empty's within them
The road is not devoid of turns and twists. There is something howling further in the way, you must not seem afraid. Chaotic, that is what they sound like when they offer you whatever they do. You move and dodge yet you do not sway. To them dictators they feed off a yes like it's a contract to your soul. You hear yourself speaking and you smile because sometimes you can make yourself care to know what you mean.
We say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
I dreamt of the sea and underneath it a mermaid swimming alone like a washed up doll thrown overboard by a spoiled rich kid. I try to reach out for her but even though she's only in front of me I never reached her. She had flaming tresses whipping up and dancing about in the water like fire being blown by the wind and its framing her face like a veil as if to hide from the sorrows that managed to reach the depths of the ocean. Because even when you can see your hands, you know they are empty and you fear that they forever will be.
Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear
There are times I wish I wouldn't fall asleep. But when I open my eyes to find the world still existing, I find myself wondering what it would be like if I never woke up. . .
-italicized phrases are from Waiting for the End to fall by Linkin Park
-title is from Tuung's Bullets
