100 EPITAPHS (feat. vflower)

Overindulgence in grief is only immature Forgetfulness is both the sickness and the cure Lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bare your teeth Ah, what's the point pushing back against the mill That grinds the world to dust? What's the point of picking at your wounds, your scratches and your scars One would think so, I believed so And it was the wiser me But the wiser you knows better But the wiser you is (free) Ah, another apathetic epitaph! I think my marble heart is gonna break in half A razorblade, a knife, or a saw That tepid autumn day is starting to thaw So stupid, I can't help but laugh I really want to scream "I've had enough" A candle burns another photograph A helpless child, the same as before I grip its neck and reach my hand for the door Playing the world like a toy - I think I'm gonna hurl What do you understand? A naive little girl I understand that I still spin and play the same I simply went and gave a new name to the game Ah, and I know damn well You cannot trick the system running the machine I'm aware no soul can enter Roam its halls and come out clean And it's like that, and I'm like that And I'll always bear this stone And I'm fine with that, I told her And it chilled her to the (bone) Hey, something about this doesn't seem okay I hear my voice as if it's really far away My shadow darkens under the sun You hold a hand that still remembers the gun Nobody taught me how to pray An instrument I heard so many people play I'm ready to be blinded by the breaking day You'd think by now the chains got undone But I'm afraid of breaking into a run Draw a thousand lines Sometimes I dream I wish I had the bars to build a cage Loose compromise Where the sun won't set as long as I can set the stage A thousand tries Another circle drawn, another light, another missing page A thousand miles Walk, sit, and reprise Your hollow call to the winds of change A thousand times I thought, now, wouldn't it be so callous, wouldn't it be strange To meet your eyes, cold and tired eyes With anything but childish rage Now, don't make me laugh I will not read your lousy epitaph Who do you take me for? I've had enough And I would gladly Break my every bone To have you breathe some more Don't make me laugh I will not read your lousy epitaph Who do you take me for? I've had enough And I would gladly Break your every bone To have you breathe some more