Esoterical
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Esoterical
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
jD
Rest assured mother and father, your sons doing fine,
stressed to death depressed in debt at the depth of
regret, but mother and father rest assured, your sons
doing fine, just a couple hard times, im trying to lay
off the medication, i can swallow a handful with no
effect, its killin me, but i love it when my liver
burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under
the faucet, fade away the colors, problems lock in a
closet, i cant stand, my head beats for days, i cant
beat the pain, i never have, ive never had a drink,
never been tipsy, i never will, truthfully, it really
aint me, scar Xs on my hand like a hypocrite, the
world confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you
can drink it down, but anger is all you got, Ill take
your advice, and grow up to be whatever the fck youre
not
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Esoterical
Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I take a
bottle, take a swallow, and follow my hopes to nowhere,
80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost
in the process of temporary memory loss, as I bury
every heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot,
and take another shot and just let my body drop, Its
like my static, or really just another escape, a friend
to numb the days that take too much for me to face, so
I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and waste a
night to let clear liquids kill my consciousness,
screaming at the walls as if they could fcking listen,
too drunk to think, I cant even remember what I was
even missing, Im sitting, waiting, wishing for good
luck to kick in, Its morning and Im making
confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say
I dont have an addiction, the hang over hits, and Im
almost convinced that I could follow through with it,
my solutions only make me sick, my caustic thirst
eventually hits quick, and Im craving it like an
addict, Im panicked, holding a bottle choking to
swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I become
another form of tragic.
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isnt this the part where the burning feeling loses
control for me
and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i
crawl
Isnt this the part where i stand by and watch the
world fall
Im falin fallin apart, im fallin apart
Isnt this the part where i stand by and watch the
world fall
Esoterical
I dont glorify what i do to escape, but i dont
completely regret it either. Its like Oscar Wilde
said, To regret ones own experience is to arrest
ones own development. To deny ones own experience is
to put a lie into the lips of ones life. It is no less
than a denial of the soul.