LOL even more new verse.. and removed one verse.. ill save that for another song Senseless: My story has now acquired A conclusion of its own There are no words written But ideas fall and glow It’s so hard to escape A fate that is predestined There is not a chance That I will remain unharmed Lately, there's this depression that’s been messing with me It covers my eyes and blinds me and now I can't see So I put on shades and imagine a landscape of sublime proportions Just to have it decay in my mind as the iris behind my eye lids tightly squeeze There's this vice that's got me in a choke hold, lo-and behold daily stress That acts like a celebrity guest, and it’s your best guess that it takes all the strength I have To make it repress, dreams splatter in such a mess, I can attest that clarity is a charity that I can’t afford, so what the hell do they take me for? I’m not trying to be famous, I’m not a joy decoy that tries to make you feel like shit, don’t make up stories, or say I’m phony, don’t say that I have a perfect life because the truth is that I get pretty lonely on my own, on the road, without any homies to hold me when I'm feeling down, not a tear shed then but they're falling now. I've had my ups and downs and right now I'm trying to turn my whole fucking life around. Get a job, stop look and cross, the street of responsibility, make a life with no regrets, pay the debts that had set in the soil of my heart, go to school, and end the anti-socialism too Misery like liquid fire storms Fall and capture my sanity Sometimes I begin to wonder If it’s the end of me That’s waiting for a second chance I’m not afraid of dying But afraid of my own fear I try to remain honest Yet lies pile up here Lately I've been faking pretending that I make no mistakes but greatly after a long pause while looking at the lake, I've began to place a name on the hurt , it's "insert", a word that means to put in, and surely madness has been put in, since the start of the origin of my birth, and repeatly i've been thinking about what I'm worth and it's beginging to be sound so absurd, I've been thrown in dirt, harrased at and put down, tell myself put down the gun son, i know where im going, where I come from, there's a lesson in the words, the story about the hood is not a pretty one, and i have horrorific dreams, and that's only when i can dream, but what ever, it all seems real, give me novicane cuz right now I'd rather not feel, pls dont ask me, if i am for real, becase really i am for real. It’s so hard to escape The corruption of this world You try your very best Just to end up failing Misery like liquid fire storms Fall and capture my sanity Sometimes I begin to wonder If it’s the end of me That’s waiting for a second chance On a thin layer of sleet I lay flat Misery like liquid fire storms Fall and capture my sanity Sometimes I begin to wonder If it’s the end of me That’s waiting for a second chance On a thin layer of sleet The roundness of my being Is compressed into glass And on a thin layer of sanity I lay flat