Sick of Myself–JT Music、Andrea Storm Kaden
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What's torment if you're born into it?
So you've never known different
Forced into it as you poured into it
All of your tears and seared your skin into it
With scorn,I'll be more intimate
Forever cuz I can't short infinite
I'm awake,But I'm tied to my fate
No escape when the rope has no more give to it
Am I of a primordial origin
Or did somebody conjure a corpse again
How organic the horrors abhorrent
A prison of bone,And my body is a from of it
As I'm foraging for any nourishing
sources of hope,With surely I'm forgin'
The judge and the jury,I'm certainly more than
Court is in session,And I'm getting sworn in
I can fashion a weapon of organs
sickening,twisted,threaded with thorns
And although I've fallen,I've found my reform
Harvest a halo,harness some horns
Getting harder to follow my heart
with the module structure fallin' apart
be swallow whole,every soul retaken
symbiotic,all forsaken
I'm another abandoned creation
you think you're living in hell?
listen I've been they're myself
I've been bent over backwards,I'm breakin'
Imprisoned within my cells
I'm gettin' sick of Myself
I did not give my all,It was taken
then I was spit outta hell
I wear the stigmata well
I've been scorned,And I'm scared to awaken
because I sicken myself
so fxxkin' sick of myself
My GENESIS, DIRECTIONLESS
NO INTENDED COSMIC PURPOSE
IN THE END, CAN I MAKE ANY SENSE OF It
Maybe the cost of my blood was worth it?
CURSED WITH tHE BURDEN to BECOME CONSCIOUS
A labyrinth of lies,I'm lose in
caution,a question,to god,it's toxic
sorry if you got one,drop it
call it survival,swallow your pride
as I'm untyin' the knot in my spine
all these entrails are probably mine
to falter or fail is not by design
but why I finding it all interwined
these are the seeds of a garden divine
but the fruit isn't ripe if it's rotten inside
depravity and despair
sense of gravity's not even there
too many questions up in the air
finding my strength while losing my air
got a cod in my DNA
even though I don't know it,I keep it safe
but that won't matter if it all connected
eyes wide open,no respective
if faith made us able to stand
logic knock me right down to my knees
cuz that faith hides the fact of sham
god is not talking to me
I was one of his sheep
but lying under the wool
a wolf was hiding his teeth
I am abominable
pray tell,if his walkin' with you
why the hell ain't he talking to me
now how can I start to believe
I'm another abandoned creation
you think you're living in hell?
listen I've been they're myself
I've been bent over backwards,I'm breakin'
Imprisoned within my cells
I'm gettin' sick of Myself
I did not give my all,It was taken
then I was spit outta hell
I wear the stigmata well
I've been scorned,And I'm scared to awaken
because I sicken myself
so fxxkin' sick of myself
